The Altogether Lovely.

I. Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse, Thou Lord of all above: Oft has my Song to thee arose, My Song, inspir'd by Love. II. My Heart has oft confess'd in Flame, And melted all away: Thou art by Night my hourly Dream, My hourly Thought by Day. III. Each Feature o'er thee is a Charm, And ev'ry Limb a Grace; Divinely beauteous all thy Form, Divinely fair thy Face. IV. Thy Love to me how large! how full! How kind are thy Commands! Take, O my Love, take all my Soul For ever in thy Hands. V. Those bleeding Hands, which on the Cross Were stretch'd for my Caress: In the dear Thought my Life I loose-- Was ever Love like this! VI. Weep, weep my Eyes, let gushing Tears Stream in an endless flow: Love on his dying Lips he wears, His Wounds Compassion show. VII. Now he remembers me, and speaks, I hear his Voice; Forgive: In the dead Pale that spreads his Cheeks; Ten thousand Beauties live. VIII. Lord, my Affections all are thine, Warm'd with a grateful Fire; And thou, O best Belov'd, art mine, My Hope, and my Desire. IX. Conspiring Love, conspiring Charms, Confess thee all my Joy: Come, heav'nly Fair, come to my Arms And all my Pow'rs employ.