Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Joy in the Holy Ghost

Joy in the Holy Ghost.

There us a stream which issues forth
 From God's eternal throne,
And from the Lamb a living stream,
 Clear as the crystal stone.
This stream doth water Paradise,
 It makes the angels sing,
One cordial drop revives my heart.
 Hence all my joys do spring.

Such joys are are unspeakable,
 And full of glory too;
Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
 As worldliugs do not know.
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
 From fancy 'tis concealed,
What Thou, Lord, hast laid up to Thine,
 And hast to me revealed.

I see Thy face, I hear Thy voice,
 I taste Thy sweetest love,
My soul doth leap, but, O for winds,
 The winds of Noah's dove!
Then should I flee from hence away,
 Leaving this world of sin;
Then should my Lord put forth His hand,
 And kindly take me in.