The Rapture
I
Sweet Infancy!
O fire of heaven! O sacred Light!
How fair and bright!
How great am I,
Whom all the world doth magnify!
II
O Heavenly joy!
O great and sacred blessedness
Which I possess!
So great a joy
Who did into my arms convey!
III
From God above
Being sent, the Heavens me enflame:
To praise his Name
The stars do move!
The burning sun doth shew His love.
IV
O how divine
Am I! To all this sacred wealth,
This life and health,
Who raised? Who mine
Did make the same? What hand divine?