Classic Poem

thankgiving or an acknowledgment of mercy

When I on faith, my thoughts pitch'd last
Thou gav'st thy self to me
Oh that I may always, hold-fast
Thy grace extended free

To me thou threw'st, a bond of love
Sealling, it in my breast
Which made me sweetly, for to move
Towards, eternall rest.

Thou put'st a joyfull song of praise
Into my sinfull lips
Oh that it may, my hart soe raise
I ne're, forgett these sips.

My soull, return unto thy rest
God hath done well for thee
Hee has, g'in Christ which is the best
Thing, he could give to thee.

When I was overwhelm'd with greif
And ready, quit to sink
He speedily, sent me releife
Saving me, from pitts brink.

Oh whence is this, that thou shouldst look
On me poor sinfull dust
Who hadst not thou, compasion took
Perish'd, for ever must.

I cannot now, with patience stay
Why what, my soull, dost ayl
Love is impatient of delay
Till't get within the vaill

I thurst, I thurst, I am of fire
And yet my spirits sink
I cannot live, upon desire
I must get up, & drink.

Drink my fill, att fountain head
Were I shall thurst, no more
Being drench'd in love, I shall be led
To Learn, how to adore.

Oh lift me up, in holy praise
And thankfullnese, that I
The short remainder of my days
Thy name, may glorifie.