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A passion of the soules desire.

Oh had I wings to flye vnto that place,
Where Hierarches & Angels praise my God:
That I might taste of that eternall grace,
That frees the faithfull from afflictions rod.
Then should I heare the Cherubins, that sing
To God, all holie holie Sanctities:
Then I my selfe vnto my God and King,
Should humbly tune their heau'nlie vnities.
Then should I be a free man of that Cittie,
The gates whereof are pearle, the barres of golde;
The Lamps no starres, but glories Maiestie,
And Saints the soules that there their freedom hold.
Then should I see the Prophets in their blisse,
And the Apostles seated on bright thrones:
Then should I see that world where no woe is,
While Angels hands do crowne the Martirs grones


Then should I see the Virgins freed from teares,
Crown'd in the heauens for holy Chastitie:
Blest should I see those babes whose tender yeares,
Aboad the stinge of sharpest crueltie.
Then should I see, that now I cannot see,
Through the darke hindrance of my deadlie sinnes
Yet mercie saies, his wounds makes sinners free,
His bloud the key that lets them enter in.
O then my God make this world hell to me,
That I in heau'n may see all this with thee.