30. A Song

LORD, when the sense of thy sweet grace

Sends up my soul to seek thy face.

Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,

I dy in love’s delicious Fire.

O love, I am thy Sacrifice.

Be still triumphant, blessed eyes.

Still shine on me, fair suns! that I

Still may behold, though still I dy.

Though still I dy, I live again;

Still longing so to be still slain,

So gainfull is such losse of breath.

I dy even in desire of death.

Still live in me this loving strife

Of living Death and dying Life.

For while thou sweetly slayest me

Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee.