My soul, rejoice thou in thy God,
Boast of him all the Day,
Walk in his Law, and kisse his Rod,
Cleaue close to him alway.
What tho: thy outward Man decay,
Thy inward shall waxe strong;
Thy body vile it shall bee chang'd,
And gloriovs made ere-long.
With Angels-wings thy Soul shall
To Blisse vnseen by Eye,
And drink at vnexhausted
Of Joy vnto Eternity.
Thy teares shall All bee dryed vp,
Thy Sorrowes all shall flye;
Thy Sinns shall ne'r bee summon'd vp,
Nor come in memory.
Then shall I know what thov hast
For me, vnworthy me,
And praise thee shall ev'n as I ovght,ffor wonders that I see.
Base World,
I trample on thy face,
Thy Glory I despise,
No gain I find in ovght below,
For God hath made me wise.
Come,
Jesvs, qvickly,
Blessed Lord,
Thy face when shall I see?
O let me covnt each hour a Day'Till I dissolved bee.
