1

That all things should be mine;

This makes his Bounty most Divine.

But that they all more Rich should be,

And far more Brightly shine,

As usd by Me:

It ravisheth my Soul to see the End,

To which this Work so Wonderfull doth tend.

2

That we should make the Skies

More Glorious far before thine Eys,

Then Thou didst make them, and even Thee

Far more thy Works to prize,

As usd they be,

Then as they're made; is a Stupendious Work,

Wherin thy Wisdom Mightily doth lurk.

3

Thy Greatness, and thy Love,

Thy Power, in this, my Joy doth move,

Thy Goodness and Felicitie,

In this Exprest abov

All Praise, I see:

While thy Great Godhead over all doth reign,

And such an End in such a sort attain.

4

What Bound may we Assign

O God to any Work of thine!

Their Endlessness discovers Thee

In all to be Divine;

A DEITIE,

That wilt for evermore Exceed the End

Of all that Creatures Wit can comprehend.

5

Am I a Glorious Spring

Of Joys and Riches to my King?

Are Men made Gods! And may they see

So Wonderfull a Thing

As God in me!

And is my Soul a Mirror that must Shine

Even like the Sun, and be far more Divine?

6

Thy Soul, O GOD, doth prize

The Seas, the Earth, our Souls, the Skies,

As we return the same to Thee;

They more delight thine Eys,

And sweeter be,

As unto Thee we Offer up the same,

Then as to us, from Thee at first they came.

7

O how doth Sacred Lov

His Gifts refine, Exalt, Improve!

Our Love to Creatures makes them be

In thine Esteem above

Themselvs to Thee!

O here his Goodness evermore admire

He made our Souls to make his Creatures Higher.