sheshisown
Member
“The Soul After Christâ€
My spouse! In whose presence I live~
Sole object of all my desires,
Who knows what a flame I conceive~
And can easily double its fires;
How pleasant is all that I meet!
From fear of adversity free,
I find even sorrow made sweet,
Because is assigned by Thee.
Transported I see Thee display~
Thy riches and glory divine,
I have only my life to repay,
Take~ what I would gladly resign.
Thy will is the treasure I seek~
For Thou art as faithful as strong,
There let me, obedient and meek,
Repose myself all the day long.
My spirit and faculties fail~
Oh finish what Love has begun!
Destroy what is sinful and frail,
And dwell in the soul Thou hast won!
Dear theme of my wonder and praise~
I cry, who is worthy as Thou?
I can only be silent and gaze~
This is all that is left to me now.
Of glory, in which I am lost~
Too deep for the plummet of thought!
On an ocean of Deity tossed,
I am swallowed, I sink into nought.
Yet lost and absorbed as I seem,
I chant to the praise of my King,
And though overwhelmed by the theme,
Am happy whenever I sing!
Jeanne Marie De la Motte-Guton
1648-1718
Oh the love to Christ of the saints of olden days~ I covet it SO!
:heart
sheshisown~
My spouse! In whose presence I live~
Sole object of all my desires,
Who knows what a flame I conceive~
And can easily double its fires;
How pleasant is all that I meet!
From fear of adversity free,
I find even sorrow made sweet,
Because is assigned by Thee.
Transported I see Thee display~
Thy riches and glory divine,
I have only my life to repay,
Take~ what I would gladly resign.
Thy will is the treasure I seek~
For Thou art as faithful as strong,
There let me, obedient and meek,
Repose myself all the day long.
My spirit and faculties fail~
Oh finish what Love has begun!
Destroy what is sinful and frail,
And dwell in the soul Thou hast won!
Dear theme of my wonder and praise~
I cry, who is worthy as Thou?
I can only be silent and gaze~
This is all that is left to me now.
Of glory, in which I am lost~
Too deep for the plummet of thought!
On an ocean of Deity tossed,
I am swallowed, I sink into nought.
Yet lost and absorbed as I seem,
I chant to the praise of my King,
And though overwhelmed by the theme,
Am happy whenever I sing!
Jeanne Marie De la Motte-Guton
1648-1718
Oh the love to Christ of the saints of olden days~ I covet it SO!
:heart
sheshisown~