Classic Poem

God demand, & the souls reply

My son give me thy hart, thou sayst
My hart Lord, I will give
An obligation, sweet thou layst
I'le make thy hart to live

My god, my Lord, thou madst my hart
Tis therfore then by right
With flaming love, fill ev'ry part
Let it in thee, delight.

For it thou hast, ernestly sought
Its given thee by vow
Thou hast it by dear purchace bought
tis mine, no longer now.

It was to thee, a deer bought piece
A told down price, of bloud
That was the precious golden fleece
Here love, ran like a floud.

Its thine Lord, also on my part
By reall designation
Let it apear, to be thy hart
By true, sanctification

That which belongs, to princes great
Doth bear some mark of honour
My hart oh Lord, itt is thy seat
Oh stamp thy image there.

now let it by thy spirits dints
Be charecteris'd for thine
And let it not, bear satens prints
Henceforth, att any time.

Thou'lt have the whole, of ev'ry hart
Or else thou wilt have none
Let nothing else, then seace on part
To thee itt doth belong.

Pull down, what's old, & make it new
oh Build itt up, apace
That thou maist-love, thy work to veiw
Then Satens name out raze.

And writ thine own name Lord, on itt
Acording to thy word,
Oh lett itt still, be made more meet
To be fil'd with the Lord

My hart is cold, enflam't with love
To love thee is an honour
Thy smiles, will make, itt to thee move
Let thy love, be its baner.

My hart is alsoe, proud, and high
And that thou wilt not brook
Let it a sight of thee espy
And that will make it stoop.

My hart by nature, is a stone
Let it in thy bloud melt
Thers nothing else, but that alone
Can make sin, truly felt

My hart is black, Lord make it white
Thy bloud has that efect
My hart is dark, be thou itts light
Thy glory, their erect.

Then be thou to it, all in all
And all, in eve'ry part
A sacrifice, now ofer'd whole
Let be, to thee, my hart.