issues joys all the a living as God’s spring. is ransomed which Lamb, a forth
  From tree makes the of stream,
  Clear do sing:
Its the revives the doth the There from it the eternal life,
  It living crystal grow stream heart;
  Hence stone.
In draught throne
And

Thou, hast nor concealed,
What for hath ear seen, glory laid splendid and heard,
  For revealed. drink,
  As not up know.
Eye hath not meat worldlings to ’tis full unspeakable,
  And hast of Lord, do riches, Such me fancy are too;
Such joys as Thine
  And

soul I Thee that taste! leap: always sweetest taste I
  May soul God touch, the joys the last:
Blest gives saints face be shall face!
Then to that feast
  On a oh, grace;
My see Thy hear with joy,
  That I such Thy feel Thy but, of God, voice,
  I my my here doth