Without that light what light remains in me? Thou art my life; if thou but turn away, My light thou art; without thy glorious sight, Mine eyes are darken'd with perpetual night. My GOD, thou art my way, my life, my light. Thou art my way; I wander, if thou fly : Mine eyes are blind and dark, I cannot see ; My path is lost, my wand'ring steps do stray; Whom should I seek but thee, my path, my way? O, I am dead: to whom shall I, poor I, And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me; And yet I sue for grace, and thou deny'st me? Speak, art thou angry, LORD, or only try'st me? Unscreen those 'heavenly lamps, or tell me why Thou shad'st thy face? perhaps thou think'st no eye Can view those flames, and not drop down and die. If that be all, shine forth and draw thee nigher; Let me behold and die, for my desire Is, phoenixlike, to perish in that fire. Death-conquer'd Laz'rus was redeem'd by thee; If I am dead, LORD, set death's pris'ner free; Am I more spent, or stink I worse than he? If my puff'd life be out, give leave to tine If I have lost my path, great Shepherd, say, Thou art the pilgrim's path, the blind man's eye; Disclose thy sunbeams, close thy wings, and stay; S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap. i. Why dost thou hide thy face? happily thou wilt say, None can see thy face and live: Ah, LORD, let me die, that I may see thee; let me see thee, that I may die: I would not live, but die; that I may see Christ, I desire death; that I may live with Christ, I despise life. ANSELM. Med. Cap. v. O excellent hiding, which is become my perfection! My GOD, thou hidest thy treasure, to kindle my desire! thou hidest thy pearl, to inflame the seeker; thou delayest to give, that thou mayest teach me to importune; seemest not to hear, to make me persevere. EPIG. 7. If Heav'n's all-quick'ning eyes vouchsafe to shine Upon our souls, we slight; if not, we whine: Our equinoctial hearts can never lie Secure beneath the tropics of that eye. Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night. OH that mine eyes were springs, and could trans form Their drops to seas; my sighs into a storm Of zeal, and sacred violence, wherein This lab'ring vessel, laden with her sin, Might suffer sudden shipwreck, and be split Upon that rock, where my drench'd soul may sit, O'erwhelm'd with plenteous passion: Oh, and there Drop, drop, into an everlasting tear! Ah me! that ev'ry sliding vein, that wanders Through this vast isle, did work her wild meanders In brackish tears instead of blood, and swell This flesh with holy dropsies, from whose well, Made warm with sighs, may fume my wasting breath, Whilst I dissolve in streams, and reek to death! These narrow sluices of my dribbling eyes Are much too strait for those quick springs that rise, And hourly fill my temples to the top; Great Builder of mankind, why hast thou sent |