HYMN XXIV. Joy in the HOLY GHOST

My Soul doth magnify the Lord, My Spirit doth rejoice In God my Saviour and my God, I hear his joyful Voice.

I need not go abroad for Joy Who have a Feast at home; My Sighs are turned into Songs, The Comforter it come.

Down from Above the blessed Dove Is come into my Breast, To witness God's eternal Love: This is my heavenly Feast.

This makes me Abba, Father, cry, With Confidence of Soul; It makes me cry, My Lord, my God, And that without controul.

There is a Stream which issues forth From God's eternal Throne, And from the Lamb, a living Stream, Clear as the Crystal Stone.

The Streams doth Water Paradise, It makes the Angels sing: One cordial Drop revives my Heart; Hence all my Joys do spring.

Such Joys as are unspeakable, And full of Glory too; Such hidden Manna, hidden Pearls, As Worldlings do not know.

Eye hath not seen, nor Ear hath heard, From Fancy 'tis conceal'd, What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine, And hast to me reveal'd.

I see thy Face, I hear thy Voice, I taste thy sweetest Love; My Soul doth Leap: but O for Wings, The Wings of Noah's 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.

Then should my Soul with Angels feast On Joys that always last: Bless'd be my God, the God of Joy, Who gives me here a Taste.