Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self

No wonder if Time's womb be strait, And Souls through pain and strangeness go Into the glorious World of Light, Which Death translateth them unto. This strangeness will be quickly over, When once the Heaven-born Soul is there: One sight of God will it recover From all this backwardness and fear.

No wonder if Time's womb be streight, And Souls through pain and strangeness go Into the glorious World of Light, Which Death translateth them unto. This strangeness will be quickly over, When once the Heaven-born Soul is there: One sight of God will it recover From all this backwardness and fear.

To us, Christ's lowest parts; his feet, Union and Faith must yet suffice, To guide and comfort us: It's meet We trust our Head who hath our Eyes. Christ seeth all that I would see: The Way and End to Him are known: He hath prepared the Place for me: He'll Love and Use me as his Own.

To us, Christ's lowest parts; his feet, Union and Faith must yet suffice, To guide and comfort us: It's meet We trust our Head who hath our Eyes. Christ seeth all that I would see: The Way and End to Him are known: He hath prepar'd the Place for me: He'l Love and Use me as his Own.

How many guiltless creatures die, To be a feast or food for me? Who love their Lives as well as I? And hath not God more right to me? Must I be privileged alone? Or no man Die until he please? And God deposed from his Throne, And humane generation cease?

How many guiltless creatures die, To be a feast or food for me? Who love their Lives as well as I? And hath not God more right to me? Must I be priviledg'd alone? Or no man Die until he please? And God deposed from his Throne, And humane generation cease?