On Gratitude

Lord, let my Gratitude rejoyce, to find
My Nature is so much by Grace refin'd,
That thou hast wean'd me from the World, and made
Me learn to know thy will, yet still afraid
Of a relapse, till thy divinest light
Guides and inflames my heart with such delight,
As will create Seraphick Joys to see,
And to observe, adore, and worship thee;
Then will my zeal be fix'd, and my retreat
From fading glories, to thy Mercy-feat;
Will fill my Soul with Raptures so divine,
As will declare thee mine, and make me thine;
Than which, there does no greater bliss remain,
But thy beatick Vision to obtain.