It adds to the glory both of soul and body
He that is weary, let him sit. / My soul would stir / And trade in courtesies and wit.
The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords If when the soul unto the lines accords
Love bad me welcome;yet my soul drew back.Built of dust and sin.But quick-ey'd love,observing me grow slackFrom my first entrance in,Drew nearer to me,sweetly questioning,If I lack'd anything.
Love bad me welcome; yet my soul drew back. Built of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lack'd anything.