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June 23 73 Satens spight.

Oh why am I
Soe frequently
Foyld, by temptation small
wilt thou stand by
and yet deny
To help, me when I call

No cause, to boast
when I have most
For then be sure, I meet
with Satens spight
to's unmost might
for to ensnare, my feett

I will aspire
and doe desire
Much of thee, to enjoy
But still I find
when thou'rt most kind
That saten will anoy

When grace is clear
and doth apear
In brightest, evedence

Grace better then peace June 22 73

Oh what is peace, compar'd with grace
Though I ne're see good day
Whilst runing, in, my weary race
thy grace, in me display

I'de rather have, much holynese
That like thee, I might grow
Then for to have the fullest mese
of comfort, on me flow

I would have both, Lord, if I might
that I thy praise, may sound
But if thou shalt deny, the light
of joy, lett grace abound

If thou seest fitt, for to refuse
both, on me to bestow

An occationall addition June 16 73

Oh let my flames, of love burn pure
Unmixed, from self love, that when
The triell comes, it may endure
Thy own work, thou wilt not condemne

It is a comfort to apeall.
To thee, the searcher of all harts
who wilt att that great day reveall
thosse inward, hiden, cecreet parts

That I esteem pure love, to thee
A heaven, in the midst of hell
Though thou shouldst never smile on me
Or take me up, with thee to dwell

To thee, tis sweet, to make my moane

The souls desire, June 6 73

A burning beacon, of pure love
Still strongly, flaming up to thee
I'de be, untill thou doe remove
Mee up, where love. shall perfect be

This grace of love, is mine eye
The thing, I greatly doe desire
For itt the richest pearls, should lye
Under my feett, as durt, and mire

I will desire no greater pleasure
Then in thesse flames, of love to ly
I will seek for, noe richer tresure
Then. wings of love, wheron to fly

If thou'lt not fill me to the brim

No rest below perfection, June 3 73

I could complain
but yet I hardly dare
Of unthankfullnese, I would beware
I dont deserve the least
Yett ev'ry day, I fain would feast

My wants encrease
and hunger that doth grow
What e're thou dost on me bestow
No comfort I espye
In what I Joy'd in formerly

Oh weary life
Thou holdest to my veiw
Somthing that is unto me new
and lovly to the eye
Which makes me reach out restlesly

It to attain.
And if thou dost bestow

may 30 73 The soull in overwhelming perplexety

T'was sweet with me, when I
could think, that I should ly
quickly, in my redeemers, arms
Out of the reach, of sinfull harms
But those blest days, ar gone, and past
Thy sky is black, and overcast

Tis now far otherwise
my hart within me dys
I am more fitt each day for hell
Then with a holy god, to dwell
Though righteousnese, I look for none
To Justifie, but Christs alone

Thou canst no sin, evence
Who art thy self soe pure

The souls, longings to be gone. with the reasons of itt.

Oh when shall I
to heaven fly
And mount above, the starry sky

I'de run apace
to see that face
Soe full of beauty, and of grace

I'me sick of love
For a remove
Unto thy self, who dwelst above

Oh come away
make no delay
Hasten my much, desired day

Sin haunteth mee
I cant be free
When shall I, from this tirant flee

This enemy
I cannot fly
Untill thou doe, lifes knot. unty

may 28 73. The soull wondring itt can get no more. seeing ther is such a fullnese in god and grace is free.

What is the reason, I can gett no more
Seeing ther is, such an, abundant store
Of grace, to be, extended free
To thosse, that for it, come to thee
From thy rich tresurys
Of sutable subplys
Oh why doe I
with hunger dye

Sometimes I think, if thou shouldst give me much
That sure, for prid, I should be, a non-such
But then I know, that thou canst take
Away pride, and me humble make

Experience. may 23 73

What mistery,
is this I spy
My hart was in me, sunk, and dead
Because of sin, which captive led
And when temptation, did surround
Thy love, and grace, did superabound

I was afraid
And in hart, said
Now look for nothing, but displeasure
And anger, in a fivefold measure
Because temptations, they did storm
And deviations, they did swarm

But whilst that I
For victory
Was att a strife, thou didst reveill
The truth of grace, and to it seall

Wonders & misterys of devine love

Oh strang, oh wonderfull
Ther is no reason given why
Thou shouldst not let, thy creture lye
Among the sons, of Adams race
Who did fall, from thy love, and grace
From them, thou givst a pull

It makes me stand amaysd
When I somtimes, doe lett thoughts run
Upon the work, that thou hast done
Whilst with amaizment, I doe see
Thy love, and grace. which flows soe free
Therby my wonder's rays'd

Oh separating love
Oh rich, free, distinguishing grace