#WelshWriters
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dess… But on your glory! Then you will… And not refuse me: for you only ar… The mighty God, but I a silly wor…
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul… Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d Love, observing me… From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questio…
I made a posie, while the day ran… Here will I smell my remnant out,… My life within this band. But time did becken to the flowers… By noon most cunningly did steal a…
When first thou didst entice to th… I thought the service brave; So many joys I writ down for my p… Besides what I might have Out of my stock of natural delight…
Oh who will show me those delights… Echo I Thou Echo, thou art mortal, all m… Echo No Wert thou not born among the trees…
Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life: Such a Way, as gives us breath: Such a Truth, as ends all strife: And such a Life, as killeth death… Come, my Light, my Feast, my Str…
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was m… My breast was full of fears And disorder:
I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes up her place, And dates her letters from thy fac…
I Got me flowers to straw Thy way… I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought’st Thy sweets along w… The sunne arising in the East,
Having been tenant long to a rich… Not thriving, I resolved to be bo… And make a suit unto him, to affor… A new small-rented lease, and canc… In heaven at his manor I him soug…
Chorus: Let all the world in ev’… ‘My God and King.’ Verse: The heav’ns are not too h… His praise may thither fly: The earth is not too low,
Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and p… Both to be busy, and to play. But much more blest be God above, Who gave me sight alone,
LOVE bade me welcome; yet my sou… Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me… From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questio…
When thou didst entice to thee my… I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for my p… Besides what I might have Out of my stock of natural delight…
A wreathed garland of deserved pra… Of praise deserved, unto thee I g… I give to thee, who knowest all my… My crooked winding wayes, wherein… Wherein I die, not live: for life…