O useful element and clear!
My sacred wash and cleanser here;
My first consigner130130consigner, in Baptism unto those
Fountains of life, where the Lamb goes!
What sublime truths and wholesome themes
Lodge in thy mystical, deep streams!
Such as dull man can never find,
Unless that Spirit lead his mind,
Which first upon thy face did move
And hatch'd all with His quickening love.
As this loud brook's incessant fall
In streaming rings restagnates all,
Which reach by course the bank, and then
Are no more seen: just so pass men.
--O my invisible estate,
My glorious liberty, still late!
Thou art the channel my soul seeks,
Not this131131Not this ... I look for the passage. into heavenly freedom, not to glide down the stream with cataracts and creeks.