A Song Of Divine Love.[51]

Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace Sends vp my soul to seek Thy face, Thy blessed eyes breed such desire, I dy in Loue's delicious fire. O Loue, I am thy sacrifice! Be still triumphant, blessed eyes! Still shine on me, fair suns! that I Still may behold, though still I dy.

SECOND PART.

Though still I dy, I liue again; Still longing so to be still slain; So gainfull is such losse of breath, I dy euen in desire of death. Still liue in me this longing strife Of liuing death and dying life; For while Thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe, I liue in Thee.