Amendment

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 used by me;

It ravishes my soul to see the end,  

To which this work so wonderful doth tend.  

     That we should make the skies  

 More glorious far before Thine eyes  

 Than Thou didst make them, and even Thee

     Far more Thy works to prize,  

       As used they be  

Than as they’re made, is a stupendous work,  

Wherein Thy wisdom mightily doth lurk.  

     Thy greatness, and Thy love,

 Thy power, in this, my joy doth move;  

 Thy goodness, and felicity  

     In this exprest above  

       All praise I see:  

While Thy great Godhead over all doth reign,

And such an end in such a sort attain.  

     What bound may we assign,  

 O God, to any work of Thine!  

 Their endlessness discovers Thee  

     In all to be divine;

       A Deity,  

That will for evermore exceed the end  

Of all that creature’s wit can comprehend.  

     Am I a glorious spring  

 Of joys and riches to my King?

 Are men made Gods? And may they see  

     So wonderful a thing  

       As God in me?  

And is my soul a mirror that must shine  

Even like the sun and be far more divine?

     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 eyes,  

       And sweeter be        40

As unto Thee we offer up the same,  

Than as to us from Thee at first they came.  

     O how doth Sacred Love  

 His gifts refine, exalt, improve!  

 Our love to creatures makes them be

     In Thine esteem above  

       Themselves to Thee!  

O here His goodness evermore admire!  

He made our souls to make His creatures higher.