#Welsh
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
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?
Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently trea… With thy quick flow’r, thy momenta… Whose life still pressing Is one undressing,
Listen sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away wit… Where is that fire which once desc…
Philosophers have measur’d mountai… Fathom’d the depths of the seas, o… Walk’d with a staff to heav’n, and… But there are two vast, spacious t… The which to measure it doth more…
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately hab… But he that means to dwell therein… What house more stately hath there… Or can be, than is Man? to whose…
Chorus: Let all the world in ev’… ‘My God and King.’ Verse: The heav’ns are not too h… His praise may thither fly: The earth is not too low,
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and… Are thy returns! ev’n as the flowe… To which, besides their own demean… The late-past frosts tributes of p… Grief melts away
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…
While that my soul repairs to her… Here I intomb my flesh, that it b… May take acquaintance of this heap… To which the blast of death’s ince… Fed with the exhalation of our cri…
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world’… Th’endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blo… The couch of time; care’s balm and…
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who… He loves not Temperance, or Autho… But is compos’d of passion. The Scriptures bid us fast; the C… Give to thy Mother, what thou wou…
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul… Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d Love, observing me… From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questio…
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 Got me flowers to straw Thy way… I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought’st Thy sweets along w… The sunne arising in the East,