| THAT all things should be mine, | |
| This makes His bounty most divine. | |
| But that they all more rich should be, | |
| And far more brightly shine, | |
| As used by me; | 5 |
| It ravishes my soul to see the end, | |
| To which this work so wonderful doth tend. | |
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| That we should make the skies | |
| More glorious far before Thine eyes | |
| Than Thou didst make them, and even Thee | 10 |
| Far more Thy works to prize, | |
| As used they be | |
| Than as they’re made, is a stupendous work, | |
| Wherein Thy wisdom mightily doth lurk. | |
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| Thy greatness, and Thy love, | 15 |
| Thy power, in this, my joy doth move; | |
| Thy goodness, and felicity | |
| In this exprest above | |
| All praise I see: | |
| While Thy great Godhead over all doth reign, | 20 |
| And such an end in such a sort attain. | |
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| What bound may we assign, | |
| O God, to any work of Thine! | |
| Their endlessness discovers Thee | |
| In all to be divine; | 25 |
| A Deity, | |
| That will for evermore exceed the end | |
| Of all that creature’s wit can comprehend. | |
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| Am I a glorious spring | |
| Of joys and riches to my King? | 30 |
| Are men made Gods? And may they see | |
| So wonderful a thing | |
| As God in me? | |
| And is my soul a mirror that must shine | |
| Even like the sun and be far more divine? | 35 |
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| Thy Soul, O God, doth prize | |
| The seas, the earth, our souls, the skies; | |
| As we return the same to Thee | |
| They more delight Thine eyes, | |
| And sweeter be | 40 |
| As unto Thee we offer up the same, | |
| Than as to us from Thee at first they came. | |
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| O how doth Sacred Love | |
| His gifts refine, exalt, improve! | |
| Our love to creatures makes them be | 45 |
| In Thine esteem above | |
| Themselves to Thee! | |
| O here His goodness evermore admire! | |
| He made our souls to make His creatures higher. | |
