A wreathed garland of deserved pra… Of praise deserved, unto thee I g… I give to thee, who knowest all my… My crooked winding wayes, wherein… Wherein I die, not live: for life…

The harbingers are come. See, see… White is their colour, and behold… But must they have my brain? must… Those sparkling notions, which the… Must dulnesse turn me to a clod?

As I one ev’ning sat before my ce… Me thoughts a star did shoot into… I rose, and shook my clothes, as k… That from small fires comes oft no… When suddenly I heard one say,

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 fleet astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his qu… He views theirs stations, walks fr… Surveys, as if he had designed To make a purchase there: he sees…

LORD, Thou art mine, and I am T… If mine I am; and Thine much more Then I or ought or can be mine. Yet to be Thine doth me restore, So that again I now am mine,

Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. S… Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that t… With him may’st rise: That, as his death calcinèd thee t…

I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My morning-soul and sacrifice: Then we must needs for that day ma… My God, what is a heart?

Not in rich furniture, or fine arr… Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To me dost now thy self convey; For so thou should’st without me s…

When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was m… My breast was full of fears And disorder:

O blessed body! Whither are thou… No lodging for thee, but a cold ha… So many hearts on earth, and yet n… Receive thee? Sure there is room within our hear…

If as a flower doth spread and die… Thou wouldst extend me to some goo… Before I were by frost’s extremit… Nipt in the bud; The sweetness and the praise were…

Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast… Harmonious bells below, raising th… To led them unto life and rest. Thus are true Aarons dressed.

Lord, how I am all ague, when I s… What I have treasur’d in my memor… Since, if my soul make even with t… Each seventh note by right is due… I find there quarries of pil’d van…

Lord, how can man preach thy etern… He is a brittle crazie glasse: Yet in thy temple thou dost him af… This glorious and transcendent pla… To be a window, through thy grace.