Longings to goe hence.

From earths dark den, fain would I fly
That in thy bosome, I might lye

Oh dearest Jesus, come away
My sweetest Lord, make no delay

My soull longs to be Lodg'd above
In'th armes, & bosome, of thy Love

From sin, & sorow, then shall I
For ever be, sett up on high

No intervening, cloud shall be
To hide thy lovly face, from me

Long absence Lord, I cannot bear
The thoughts of itt, doth wast, & wear

Oh fill me with, thy grace, and love
& fitt me for the Joys above,

help me dear Lord, to mend my pace
That I may quikly, see thy face

In thine arms, I can freely venture
Oh Christ, my only hope, and centor

By faith, and love, oh lett me, soare
Till I enjoy thee, evermore

Then shall I in length of days
Sitt under thine eternall rays

My dearest Jesus come away
To succour me, make no delay

My soull is wracked with desire
And yet I cannot get up higher