June 25 73

For what thou givst, I'le thankfull be
And what thou dost, deny to mee
sence of the want of itt
shall make me, att thy feet

To ly low, in humility
Plunging, in self abhorrancy
as unworthy, to be
once, looked att by thee

Those that doe nothing, (Lord) deserve
Should humbly take, what thou dost carve
always adoring thy
free, soveraignity

Nought, I can chaleng att thy hand
Or in the least, of thee demand
what e're thou givest me
alls from thy bounty, free

The devills picture, June 25

Why lookst thou, with a grudging eye
On those, that have atainments high
This weed, impure
god wont endure

Shall worthlese clay, att him repine
Who seeth fitt for to refine
thosse, hee intends
for higher ends

Why wouldst thou have, none better then
Thy self, among the sons, of men
Sure this doth smell
too strong of hell.

What wouldst thou shine, thy self alone
And in the world, wouldst thou have none
with thee to vie
for sanctity

lett your light so shine, before men that they may see, your good works and glorifie your father which is in heaven. June 24 73

I know when I
to heaven fly
I shall be like thee then
Oh let, me heare
thine image bear
Among, the sons of men

Thy holy name
I'de praise the same
Whilest lasts my short lifes lease
When in the grave
a place, I have
This work, shall wholy cease

I cannot speak
untill I break
Through sinfull modesty
Tis to hard for mee
But not for thee
Do thou, my tounge unty

June 23 73 Satens spight.

Oh why am I
Soe frequently
Foyld, by temptation small
wilt thou stand by
and yet deny
To help, me when I call

No cause, to boast
when I have most
For then be sure, I meet
with Satens spight
to's unmost might
for to ensnare, my feett

I will aspire
and doe desire
Much of thee, to enjoy
But still I find
when thou'rt most kind
That saten will anoy

When grace is clear
and doth apear
In brightest, evedence
That to be sure
he cant endure

Grace better then peace June 22 73

Oh what is peace, compar'd with grace
Though I ne're see good day
Whilst runing, in, my weary race
thy grace, in me display

I'de rather have, much holynese
That like thee, I might grow
Then for to have the fullest mese
of comfort, on me flow

I would have both, Lord, if I might
that I thy praise, may sound
But if thou shalt deny, the light
of joy, lett grace abound

If thou seest fitt, for to refuse
both, on me to bestow
Grace is the thing, that I doe chouse

An occationall addition June 16 73

Oh let my flames, of love burn pure
Unmixed, from self love, that when
The triell comes, it may endure
Thy own work, thou wilt not condemne

It is a comfort to apeall.
To thee, the searcher of all harts
who wilt att that great day reveall
thosse inward, hiden, cecreet parts

That I esteem pure love, to thee
A heaven, in the midst of hell
Though thou shouldst never smile on me
Or take me up, with thee to dwell

To thee, tis sweet, to make my moane

The souls desire, June 6 73

A burning beacon, of pure love
Still strongly, flaming up to thee
I'de be, untill thou doe remove
Mee up, where love. shall perfect be

This grace of love, is mine eye
The thing, I greatly doe desire
For itt the richest pearls, should lye
Under my feett, as durt, and mire

I will desire no greater pleasure
Then in thesse flames, of love to ly
I will seek for, noe richer tresure
Then. wings of love, wheron to fly

If thou'lt not fill me to the brim

No rest below perfection, June 3 73

I could complain
but yet I hardly dare
Of unthankfullnese, I would beware
I dont deserve the least
Yett ev'ry day, I fain would feast

My wants encrease
and hunger that doth grow
What e're thou dost on me bestow
No comfort I espye
In what I Joy'd in formerly

Oh weary life
Thou holdest to my veiw
Somthing that is unto me new
and lovly to the eye
Which makes me reach out restlesly

It to attain.
And if thou dost bestow
It upon me, desires to grow

may 30 73 The soull in overwhelming perplexety

T'was sweet with me, when I
could think, that I should ly
quickly, in my redeemers, arms
Out of the reach, of sinfull harms
But those blest days, ar gone, and past
Thy sky is black, and overcast

Tis now far otherwise
my hart within me dys
I am more fitt each day for hell
Then with a holy god, to dwell
Though righteousnese, I look for none
To Justifie, but Christs alone

Thou canst no sin, evence
Who art thy self soe pure
If thou for mee, hast any love

The souls, longings to be gone. with the reasons of itt.

Oh when shall I
to heaven fly
And mount above, the starry sky

I'de run apace
to see that face
Soe full of beauty, and of grace

I'me sick of love
For a remove
Unto thy self, who dwelst above

Oh come away
make no delay
Hasten my much, desired day

Sin haunteth mee
I cant be free
When shall I, from this tirant flee

This enemy
I cannot fly
Untill thou doe, lifes knot. unty

I moane, and pine
For fear the time