Classic Poem

Christ only excelent, only desirable.

The Sun, & moon ar glorious
Which in the heavens, run their course
but whats this to compare
With one bright ray
which doth display
It self from Christ, the heir.

The heir of all things, & the sun
Whose beames of glory, still doe run
Through the creation
Warming the hart,
filling each part
Of'th heirs of sallvation.

This glorious, sublunary world
When it is bravly deck'd and curl'd
Compared with this face
tis to the eye
deformity
With all its outside glaze.

Each coppy here, is full of blots
The moon, is not without her spots
But in Christ ther is none
for he it tis
that spotlese is
And only, he alone.

This Lord, the mighty god is stil'd
The everlasting father, (mild)
And the sweet prince of peace
The wounded soull
he maketh whole
and gives in joy, and ease.

Of him, it is most truly said
He is the sweet, and pleasent, shade
Of a great rock, whilst in
this weary land
we meet with grand
Storms, and discouraging.

His name is called wonderfull
When enemies, would us down pull
He dos with succour meet
giveing them cheak
and on their neck
He makes us, set our feet.

He is the only rose, without
A thorne, which spreadeth all about
The new Jerusalam
Wher he doth dwell
and sweetly smell
who sprang, from Davids stem.

Tis he is called the true vine
Which yeeldeth that delicious wine
Wherby we ar strength ned
Whilst here below
but it shall flow
to us att fountain head.

He is the way, the truth, the life
For which we should, with eager strife
Contend still ernestly
Runing apace
our weary race
till in his armes, we ly.

He is most lovly, to the sight
A springing, fountain of delight
Which still shall flow upon
our souls when we
transplanted be
from hence unto his throne.

Oh let me run with hast and speed
That on his beauty, I may feed
And always fix mine eye
upon that face,
so full of grace
to all eternity.