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Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thy enemie?
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why
Does that ecclipsing hand, so long, deny
The Sun-shine of thy soule-enliv'ning eye?
Does that ecclipsing hand, so long, deny
The Sun-shine of thy soule-enliv'ning eye?
Without that Light, what light remaines in me?
Thou art my Life, my Way, my Light; in Thee
I live, I move, and by thy beames I see:
Thou art my Life, my Way, my Light; in Thee
I live, I move, and by thy beames I see:
Thou art my Life: If thou but turne away,
My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my Way;
Without thee, Lord, I travell not, but stray.
My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my Way;
Without thee, Lord, I travell not, but stray.
My Light thou art; without thy glorious sight,
Mine eyes are darkned with perpetuall night:
My God, thou art my Way, my Life, my Light.
Mine eyes are darkned with perpetuall night:
My God, thou art my Way, my Life, my Light.
Thou art my Way; I wander, if thou flie:
Thou art my Light; If hid, how blind am I?
Thou art my Life; If thou withdraw, I die:
Thou art my Light; If hid, how blind am I?
Thou art my Life; If thou withdraw, I die:
Mine eyes are blind and darke; I cannot see;
To whom, or whether should my darknesse flee,
But to the Light? And who's that Light but Thee?
To whom, or whether should my darknesse flee,
But to the Light? And who's that Light but Thee?
My path is lost; my wandring steps do stray;
I cannot safely go, nor safely stray;
Whom should I seek but Thee, my Path, my Way?
I cannot safely go, nor safely stray;
Whom should I seek but Thee, my Path, my Way?
O, I am dead: To whom shall I, poore I
Repaire? To whom shall my sad Ashes fly
But Life? And where is Life but in thine eye?
Repaire? To whom shall my sad Ashes fly
But Life? And where is Life but in thine eye?
And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me;
And yet I sue for Grace, and thou den'st me;
Speake, art thou angry, Lord, or onely try'st me?
And yet I sue for Grace, and thou den'st me;
Speake, art thou angry, Lord, or onely try'st me?
Unskreene those heav'nly lamps, or tell me why
Thou shad'st thy face; Perhaps, thou think'st, no eye
Can view those flames, and not drop downe and die:
Thou shad'st thy face; Perhaps, thou think'st, no eye
Can view those flames, and not drop downe and die:
If that be all; shine forth, and draw thee nigher;
Let me behold and die; for my desire
Is Phoenix-like to perish in that Fire.
Let me behold and die; for my desire
Is Phoenix-like to perish in that Fire.
Death-conquer'd Laz'rus was redeem'd by Thee;
If I am dead, Lord set deaths prisner free;
Am I more spent, or think I worse than he?
If I am dead, Lord set deaths prisner free;
Am I more spent, or think I worse than he?
If my pufft light be out, give me leave to tine
My flamelesse snuffe at that bright Lamp of thine;
O what's thy Light the lesse for lighting mine?
My flamelesse snuffe at that bright Lamp of thine;
O what's thy Light the lesse for lighting mine?
If I have lost my Path, great Shepheard, say,
Shall I still wander in a doubtfull way?
Lord, shall a Lamb of Isr'els sheepfold stray?
Shall I still wander in a doubtfull way?
Lord, shall a Lamb of Isr'els sheepfold stray?
Thou art the Pilgrims Path; the blind mans Eye;
The dead mans Life; on thee my hopes rely;
If thou remove, I erre; I grope; I die:
The dead mans Life; on thee my hopes rely;
If thou remove, I erre; I grope; I die:
Disclose thy Sun-beames; close thy wings, and stay;
See see, how I am blind, and dead, and stray,
O thou, that art my Light my Life, my Way.
See see, how I am blind, and dead, and stray,
O thou, that art my Light my Life, my Way.
S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap.1.
Why dost thou hade thy face? Happily thou wilt say, none can see thy face and live: Ah Lord, let me die, that I may see thee; let me see thee, that I may die: I would not live, but die; That I may see Christ. I desire death; that I may live with Christ, I despise life.
ANSELM. Med. Cap. 5.
O excellent hiding, which is become my perfection! My God, thou hidest thy treasure, to kindle my desire; Thou hidest thy pearle, to inflame the seeker; thou delay'st to give, that thou maist teach me to importune: seem'st not to heare, to make me persevere.
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