A Hymn Upon St John's Day - Poem by Jeremy Taylor
The friend of our eternal King:
Who in His bosome lay.
And kept the keys
Of His profound and glorious mysteries:
Which to the world dispensÃ¨d by his hand,
Made it stand
Fix'd in amazement to behold that light
From the throne of the Lamb,
Our wretched eyesâ€”which nothing else could see
But fire, and sword, hunger and miserieâ€”
To anticipate by their ravish'd sight
The beauty of celestial delight.
Mysterious God, regard me when I pray:
And when this load of clay
Shall fall away,
O let Thy gracious hand conduct me up,
Where on the Lamb's rich viands I may sup:
And in this last Supper I
May with Thy friend in Thy sweet bosome lie
For ever in Eternity.
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