Lyrics

Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviour's face, Canst thou be any where So well as there? Yet, if thou wilt from thence depart, Take a bad lodging in my heart; For thou canst make a debtor, And make it better. First with thy fire-work burn to dust Folly, and worse than folly, lust: Then with thy light refine, And make it shine: So disengaged from sin and sickness, Touch it with thy celestial quickness, That it may hang and move After thy love. Then with our trinity of light, Motion, and heat, let's takе our flight Unto the place wherе thou Before didst bow. Get me a standing there, and place Among the beams, which crown the face Of him, who died to part Sin and my heart: That so among the rest I may Glitter, and curl, and wind as they: That winding is their fashion Of adoration. Sure thou wilt joy, by gaining me To fly home like a laden bee Unto that hive of beams And garland-streams.