Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and p… Both to be busy, and to play. But much more blest be God above, Who gave me sight alone,

THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath;    O my God, Take the gentle path! For my heart’s desire

Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my…    Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control    Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains

O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dess… But on your glory! Then you will… And not refuse me: for you only ar… The mighty God, but I a silly wor…

Lord, with what care hast Thou be… Parents first season us; then scho… Deliver us to laws; –they send us… To rules of reason, holy messenger… Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow doggi…

A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy serva… Made of a heart and cemented with… Whose parts are as thy hand did fr… No workman’s tool hath touch’d the… A HEART alone

Lord, Who createdst man in wealth… Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore:

As he that sees a dark and shady g… Stays not, but looks beyond it on… So when I view my sins, mine eyes… More backward still, and to that w… Which is above the heav’ns, whose…

Oh King of grief! (a title strang… To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! how shall I gr… Who in all grief preventest me? Shall I weep blood? why thou has…

Lord, to my words incline thine ea… My meditation weigh: My King, my God, vouchsafe to hea… My cry to thee, I pray. Thou in the morn shalt hear my mon…

The merry World did on a day With his train-bands and mates agr… To meet together where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First Beauty crept into a rose,

Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes… To worldly things are sharp, but t… To me, who took eyes that I might… Was ever grief like mine? The Princes of my people make a h…

Love built a stately house, where… And spinning fancies, she was hear… That her fine cobwebs did support… Whereas they were supported by the… But Wisdom quickly swept them all…

O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood… How shall I count what thee befel… And each grief tell? Shall I thy woes

Sweetest of sweets, I thank you:… Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence, and in your ho… A dainty lodging me assigned. Now I in you without a body move,