THE APPROACH[I]

That childish thoughts such joys inspire,Doth make my wonder and His glory higher:His bounty and my wealth more great,It shows His Kingdom and His Work complete:In which there is not anythingNot meet to be the joy of Cherubim.

That childish thoughts such joys inspire,Doth make my wonder and His glory higher:His bounty and my wealth more great,It shows His Kingdom and His Work complete:In which there is not anythingNot meet to be the joy of Cherubim.

That childish thoughts such joys inspire,Doth make my wonder and His glory higher:His bounty and my wealth more great,It shows His Kingdom and His Work complete:In which there is not anythingNot meet to be the joy of Cherubim.

That childish thoughts such joys inspire,

Doth make my wonder and His glory higher:

His bounty and my wealth more great,

It shows His Kingdom and His Work complete:

In which there is not anything

Not meet to be the joy of Cherubim.

He in our childhood with us walks,And with our thoughts mysteriously he talks;He often visiteth our minds,But cold acceptance in us ever finds:We send Him often grieved away;Else would He shew us all His Kingdom's joy.

He in our childhood with us walks,And with our thoughts mysteriously he talks;He often visiteth our minds,But cold acceptance in us ever finds:We send Him often grieved away;Else would He shew us all His Kingdom's joy.

He in our childhood with us walks,And with our thoughts mysteriously he talks;He often visiteth our minds,But cold acceptance in us ever finds:We send Him often grieved away;Else would He shew us all His Kingdom's joy.

He in our childhood with us walks,

And with our thoughts mysteriously he talks;

He often visiteth our minds,

But cold acceptance in us ever finds:

We send Him often grieved away;

Else would He shew us all His Kingdom's joy.

O Lord, I wonder at Thy Love,Which did my Infancy so early move:But more at that which did forbear,And move so long, tho' slighted many a year:But most of all, at last that ThouThyself shouldst me convert I scarce know how.

O Lord, I wonder at Thy Love,Which did my Infancy so early move:But more at that which did forbear,And move so long, tho' slighted many a year:But most of all, at last that ThouThyself shouldst me convert I scarce know how.

O Lord, I wonder at Thy Love,Which did my Infancy so early move:But more at that which did forbear,And move so long, tho' slighted many a year:But most of all, at last that ThouThyself shouldst me convert I scarce know how.

O Lord, I wonder at Thy Love,

Which did my Infancy so early move:

But more at that which did forbear,

And move so long, tho' slighted many a year:

But most of all, at last that Thou

Thyself shouldst me convert I scarce know how.

Thy Gracious motions oft in vainAssaulted me: my heart did hard remainLong time: I sent my God away,Grieved much that He could not impart His joy.I careless was, nor did regardThe end for which He all those thoughts prepar'd;

Thy Gracious motions oft in vainAssaulted me: my heart did hard remainLong time: I sent my God away,Grieved much that He could not impart His joy.I careless was, nor did regardThe end for which He all those thoughts prepar'd;

Thy Gracious motions oft in vainAssaulted me: my heart did hard remainLong time: I sent my God away,Grieved much that He could not impart His joy.I careless was, nor did regardThe end for which He all those thoughts prepar'd;

Thy Gracious motions oft in vain

Assaulted me: my heart did hard remain

Long time: I sent my God away,

Grieved much that He could not impart His joy.

I careless was, nor did regard

The end for which He all those thoughts prepar'd;

But now with new and open eyes,I see beneath as if above the skies;And as I backward look again,See all His thoughts and mine most clear and plain.He did approach, He me did woo;I wonder that my God this thing would do.

But now with new and open eyes,I see beneath as if above the skies;And as I backward look again,See all His thoughts and mine most clear and plain.He did approach, He me did woo;I wonder that my God this thing would do.

But now with new and open eyes,I see beneath as if above the skies;And as I backward look again,See all His thoughts and mine most clear and plain.He did approach, He me did woo;I wonder that my God this thing would do.

But now with new and open eyes,

I see beneath as if above the skies;

And as I backward look again,

See all His thoughts and mine most clear and plain.

He did approach, He me did woo;

I wonder that my God this thing would do.

From nothing taken first I was;What wondrous things His glory brought to pass!Now in this world I Him behold,And me enveloped in more than gold;In deep abysses of delights,In present hidden precious benefits.

From nothing taken first I was;What wondrous things His glory brought to pass!Now in this world I Him behold,And me enveloped in more than gold;In deep abysses of delights,In present hidden precious benefits.

From nothing taken first I was;What wondrous things His glory brought to pass!Now in this world I Him behold,And me enveloped in more than gold;In deep abysses of delights,In present hidden precious benefits.

From nothing taken first I was;

What wondrous things His glory brought to pass!

Now in this world I Him behold,

And me enveloped in more than gold;

In deep abysses of delights,

In present hidden precious benefits.

Those thoughts His goodness long beforePrepared as precious and celestial store,With curious art in me inlaid,That Childhood might itself alone be saidMy tutor, teacher, guide to be,Instructed then even by the Deity.

Those thoughts His goodness long beforePrepared as precious and celestial store,With curious art in me inlaid,That Childhood might itself alone be saidMy tutor, teacher, guide to be,Instructed then even by the Deity.

Those thoughts His goodness long beforePrepared as precious and celestial store,With curious art in me inlaid,That Childhood might itself alone be saidMy tutor, teacher, guide to be,Instructed then even by the Deity.

Those thoughts His goodness long before

Prepared as precious and celestial store,

With curious art in me inlaid,

That Childhood might itself alone be said

My tutor, teacher, guide to be,

Instructed then even by the Deity.


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