XXIV. A Song of Praise for Ioy in the Holy Ghost
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My Soul doth magnifie the Lord,
My Spirit doth rejoyce
In God my Saviour and my God.
I hear his Joyful voice.
I need not go abroad for Joy,
VVho have a Feast at Home.
My Sighs are turned into Songs.
The Comforter is come.
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Down from above the Blessed Dove
Is come into my Breast,
To witness Gods Eternal Love;
This is my Heavenly Feast.
This makes me Abba Father Cry
VVith Confidence of Soul.
It makes me Cry, my Lord, my God,
And that without Controul.
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There is a Stream, which Issues forth
From Gods Eternal Throne,
And from the Lamb; a living Stream,
Clear as the Cristal Stone;
This Stream doth water Paradise,
It makes the Angels Sing;
One Cordial drop Revives my Heart;
Hence all my Joys do Spring.
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Such Joys as are Unspeakable
And full of Glory too,
Such hidden Manna, Hidden Pearls,
As VVorldlings do not Know,
Ey hath not seen, nor Ear hath heard,
From Fancy 'tis Conceal'd
VVhat Thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine;
And hast to me reveal'd.
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I see thy Face, I hear thy Voice,
I tast thy Sweetest Love;
My Soul doth leap; But O for wings,
The wings of Noahs Dove!
Then should I Flee far hence away,
Leaving this world of Sin;
Then should my Lord put forth his Hand
And kindly take me in.
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Then should my Soul with Angels Feast
On Joys that always last;
Blest be my God, the God of Joy,
VVho gives Me here a tast.
