The Altogether Lovely

Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse, Thou LORD of all above: Oft has my Song to thee arose, My Song, inspir;d by Love.

My Heart has oft confess'd in Flame, And melted all away: Thou art by Night my hourly Dream, My hourly Thought by Day.

Each Feature o'er thee is a Charm, And ev'ry Limb a Grace; Divinely beauteous all thy Form, Divinely fair thy face.

Thy Love to me how large! how full! How kind are thy Commands! Take, O my LOVE, take all my Soul For ever in thy Hands.

Those bleeding Hands, which on the Cross Were stretch'd for my Caress: In the dear Thought my Life I loose— Was ever Love like this!

Weep, weep my Eyes, let gushing Tears Stream in an endless flow: Love on his dying Lips he wears. His Wounds Compassion show.

Now he remembers me, and speaks, I hear his Voice; Forgive: In the dead Pale that spreads his Cheeks; Ten thousand Beauties live.

LORD, my Affections all are thine, Warm'd with a grateful Fire; And thou, O best BELOV'D, art mine, My Hope, and my Desire.

Conspiring Love, conspiring Charms, Confess thee all my Joy; Come, heav'nly FAIR, come to my Arms, And all my Pow'rs employ.