O nectar! O delicious stream!O ravishing and only pleasure! WhereShall such another themeInspire my tongue with joys or please mine ear!Abridgment of delights!And queen of sights!O mine of rarities! O Kingdom wide!O more! O cause of all! O glorious Bride!O God! O Bride of God! O King!O soul and crown of everything!
O nectar! O delicious stream!O ravishing and only pleasure! WhereShall such another themeInspire my tongue with joys or please mine ear!Abridgment of delights!And queen of sights!O mine of rarities! O Kingdom wide!O more! O cause of all! O glorious Bride!O God! O Bride of God! O King!O soul and crown of everything!
O nectar! O delicious stream!O ravishing and only pleasure! WhereShall such another themeInspire my tongue with joys or please mine ear!Abridgment of delights!And queen of sights!O mine of rarities! O Kingdom wide!O more! O cause of all! O glorious Bride!O God! O Bride of God! O King!O soul and crown of everything!
O nectar! O delicious stream!
O ravishing and only pleasure! Where
Shall such another theme
Inspire my tongue with joys or please mine ear!
Abridgment of delights!
And queen of sights!
O mine of rarities! O Kingdom wide!
O more! O cause of all! O glorious Bride!
O God! O Bride of God! O King!
O soul and crown of everything!
Did not I covet to beholdSome endless monarch, that did always liveIn palaces of gold,Willing all kingdoms, realms, and crowns to giveUnto my soul! Whose loveA spring might proveOf endless glories, honors, friendships, pleasures,Joys, praises, beauties and celestial treasures!Lo, now I see there's such a King,The fountain-head of everything!
Did not I covet to beholdSome endless monarch, that did always liveIn palaces of gold,Willing all kingdoms, realms, and crowns to giveUnto my soul! Whose loveA spring might proveOf endless glories, honors, friendships, pleasures,Joys, praises, beauties and celestial treasures!Lo, now I see there's such a King,The fountain-head of everything!
Did not I covet to beholdSome endless monarch, that did always liveIn palaces of gold,Willing all kingdoms, realms, and crowns to giveUnto my soul! Whose loveA spring might proveOf endless glories, honors, friendships, pleasures,Joys, praises, beauties and celestial treasures!Lo, now I see there's such a King,The fountain-head of everything!
Did not I covet to behold
Some endless monarch, that did always live
In palaces of gold,
Willing all kingdoms, realms, and crowns to give
Unto my soul! Whose love
A spring might prove
Of endless glories, honors, friendships, pleasures,
Joys, praises, beauties and celestial treasures!
Lo, now I see there's such a King,
The fountain-head of everything!
Did my ambition ever dreamOf such a Lord, of such a love! Did IExpect so sweet a streamAs this at any time! Could any eyeBelieve it? Why all powerIs used here;Joys down from Heaven on my head do shower,And Jove beyond the fiction doth appearOnce more in golden rain to comeTo Danæ's pleasing fruitful womb.
Did my ambition ever dreamOf such a Lord, of such a love! Did IExpect so sweet a streamAs this at any time! Could any eyeBelieve it? Why all powerIs used here;Joys down from Heaven on my head do shower,And Jove beyond the fiction doth appearOnce more in golden rain to comeTo Danæ's pleasing fruitful womb.
Did my ambition ever dreamOf such a Lord, of such a love! Did IExpect so sweet a streamAs this at any time! Could any eyeBelieve it? Why all powerIs used here;Joys down from Heaven on my head do shower,And Jove beyond the fiction doth appearOnce more in golden rain to comeTo Danæ's pleasing fruitful womb.
Did my ambition ever dream
Of such a Lord, of such a love! Did I
Expect so sweet a stream
As this at any time! Could any eye
Believe it? Why all power
Is used here;
Joys down from Heaven on my head do shower,
And Jove beyond the fiction doth appear
Once more in golden rain to come
To Danæ's pleasing fruitful womb.
His Ganimede! His life! His Joy!Or He comes down to me, or takes me upThat I might be His boy,And fill, and taste, and give, and drink the cup.But those (tho' great) are allToo short and small,Too weak and feeble pictures to expressThe true mysterious depths of Blessedness.I am His image, and His friend,His son, bride, glory, temple, end.
His Ganimede! His life! His Joy!Or He comes down to me, or takes me upThat I might be His boy,And fill, and taste, and give, and drink the cup.But those (tho' great) are allToo short and small,Too weak and feeble pictures to expressThe true mysterious depths of Blessedness.I am His image, and His friend,His son, bride, glory, temple, end.
His Ganimede! His life! His Joy!Or He comes down to me, or takes me upThat I might be His boy,And fill, and taste, and give, and drink the cup.But those (tho' great) are allToo short and small,Too weak and feeble pictures to expressThe true mysterious depths of Blessedness.I am His image, and His friend,His son, bride, glory, temple, end.
His Ganimede! His life! His Joy!
Or He comes down to me, or takes me up
That I might be His boy,
And fill, and taste, and give, and drink the cup.
But those (tho' great) are all
Too short and small,
Too weak and feeble pictures to express
The true mysterious depths of Blessedness.
I am His image, and His friend,
His son, bride, glory, temple, end.