What love is this of Thine, that cannot beIn Thee confined infinity, O Lord, confined,
Unless it in Thy very Person see
Infinity and Finity conjoined?
What! hath Thy Godhead as not satisfied,
Married our manhood, making it its bride?
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Oh, matchless love! filling heaven to the brim!
O' errunning it, all running o'er beside
This world! Nay, overflowing hell, wherein
For Thine elect there rose a mighty tide!
That there our veins might through Thy Person bleed
To quench those flames that else would on us feed.
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Oh! that Thy love might overflow my heart
To fire the same with love! For love I would,
But oh! my straitened breast! my lifeless spark!
My fireless flame! What chilly love and cold!
In measure small! in manner chilly! See!
Lord, blow the coal, Thy love enflame in me.
-Edward Taylor
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