Classic Poem

Gods fullnese common bounty, and specyall love, the souls chouse, July 5 73

When we our minds, and thoughts, doe set
Upon thy fullnese infinet.

We ar soon driven to a stand
At that, we cannot comprehand.

Though, from thee all our mercys flow
Thou'st ne're the lese, for to bestow.

When we thy providence doe eye
And see thy liberallity.

We run our selfs, into a maize
att all thy providencyall waies.

Thou spreadst a table, out for all
Both young, & old, both great, and small.

Thou dost extend, thy bounty wide
And dost for this vast world, provide.

Thou dost provide sutable fare
Both for the beasts, and birds, of'th ayr.

Thou hearst, the ravens, when they cry
And sendest in, to them suply.

Thy bounty, yt itt self, extends
Both to thy foes, and to thy friends.

Thy foes, they, have the largest share
Somtimes, of that the world counts rare.

And yett thou makest, vast difirence
To thine, for why the spring from whence.

Ther mercys flow, is fountain love
And cove'nant right to, th god above.

So that ther little hath much more
In it then all the wickeds store.

Tis only they that truly feast
Though in the world, they may have least.

the curss from itt thou dost remove
& with ther litle, they have Love:

I never would my portion gett
with them, on whom thy love's not sett.

As litle, as thou wilt give me
Soe mingled with thy love itt be.

Thy grace, & love, is that I chouse
All other things, I doe refuse.

When from this, they ar separate
As that with me, will bear no weight.

If I have thee, I need not care
For this worlds, overguilded ware.

I'me sure I cannot want if I
share in thine allsuficiency.

oh give this world, to whom thou wilt
It is not here, that I have built.

My nest, or plac'd my hapynese
Ther's nothing will, content me lese.
Then to enjoy a deity,
And live, with thee, eternally.