But the bright Shine and Presence soon withdrew;
I sought him whom I Love, but found him not;
I felt his Absence; and with strongest cries
Proclaim'd,  Jesus
Whether I hold him with a full Delight,
Or seek him panting with Extream Desire,
'Tis He alone can please my Wondring Soul;
To hold or seek him is my only Choice.
If he refrain on me to cast his Eye
Down from his Palace, nor my longing Soul
With upward Look can spy my Dearest Lord
Thro' his Blue Pavement, I'll behold him still
With sweet reflection on the peaceful Cross,
All in his Blood and Anguish, groaning deep,
Gasping and dying there. —
This Sight I ne're can loose, by it I live:
A Quickning Vertue from his Death inspir'd
Is Life and Breath to me; His Flesh my Food;
His Vital Blood I drink, and hence my Strength.