| O NECTAR! O delicious stream! | |
| O ravishing and only pleasure! Where | |
| Shall such another theme | |
| Inspire my tongue with joys or please mine ear! | |
| Abridgement of delights! | 5 |
| 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! | 10 |
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| 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 | 15 |
| A spring might prove | |
| Of endless glories, honours, friendships, pleasures, | |
| Joys, praises, beauties and celestial treasures! | |
| Lo, now I see there’s such a King, | |
| The fountain-head of everything! | 20 |
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| 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 | 25 |
| 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 Danae’s pleasing fruitful womb. | 30 |
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| His Ganymede! 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 | 35 |
| 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. | 40 |
