A Rapture

O Lord, thou seest the Secrets of my heart,
Beyond what sighs or tears, or words impart;
Yet I must daily worship and adore
Thy Name, too much neglected heretofore;
Now own, thou art the mighty Lord of Host,
One God, the Father, Son, and holy Ghost.
What Reason wants, we must by Faith supply;
For finite ne'er can reach infinity.
Thou lov'st a zealous heart, and dost require
Our best endeavours, then grant'st our desire.
When servent Prayers the greatest pleasure brings,
In our addresses to the King of Kings.
And makes our joy in carnal appetites
Submit to higher and divine delights,
Which fire the heart, and make Devotion warm,
That inward works like a Seraphick Charm.
Lord, bless my age, that I may end my days
In a delightful Rapture of thy praise.