THE PLEASURE OF Love to CHRIST Present or Absent. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 62-64. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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THE PLEASURE OF Love to CHRIST Present or Absent . I. OF all the Joys we Mortals know Jesus , thy Love exceeds the rest ; Love , the best Blessing here below , And nearest Image of the Blest . II . Sweet are my Thoughts , and soft my Cares When the dear Heav'nly Flame I feel ; In all my Hopes and all my Fears There's something kind and pleasing still . III . While I am held in his Embrace There's not a Thought attempts to rove ; Each Smile he wears upon his Face Fixes and charms and fires my Love . IV . He speaks , and strait Immortal Joys Run thro' my Ears , and reach my Heart ; My Soul all melts at that dear Voice , And Pleasure shoots thro' every Part . V. If he withdraw a Moments space He leaves a Sacred Pledge behind , Here in this Breast his Image stays , The Grief and Comfort of my Mind . VI . While of his Absence I complain , And long , and weep as Lovers do , There's a strange Pleasure in the Pain , And Tears have their own Sweetness too . VII . When round his Courts by Day I rove , Or ask the Watchmen of the Night For some kind Tidings of my Love ; His very Name creates Delight . VIII . Jesus my God ; yet rather come ; Mine Eyes would dwell upon thy Face ; 'Tis best to see my Lord at Home , And feel the Presence of his Grace .