Another (DEscend sweet hallowed Fire from that high FLAME)

DEscend sweet hallowed Fire from that high FLAME
that euer burnes in LOVES eternall Brest;
consume this Sacrifice, and let the rest
Licke vp my Teares for Sinne about the same:
That Mis-beleeuers thereby still may know
There is no GOD but he that fir'd it so.

I am no Prophet, Seër, Saint, nor ought,
that may expect such Fauour; but a Wretch
made meeke by Sinne; yet Hands of Faith doe stretch
To thee, whom men prophane, doe set at nought:
If Faith then, with thee worke this wondrous Feate,
They will confesse my God as good, as great!