A Song

By Richard Crashaw

Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace  

 Sends up my soul to seek thy face.  

Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,  

I dy in love’s delicious Fire.  

 O love, I am thy Sacrifice.          

Be still triumphant, blessed eyes.  

Still shine on me, fair suns! that I  

Still may behold, though still I dy.  

 

   Though still I dy, I live again;  

Still longing so to be still slain,        

So gainfull is such losse of breath.  

I dy even in desire of death.  

 Still live in me this loving strife  

Of living Death and dying Life.  

For while thou sweetly slayest me        

Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee.