My soul, rejoice thou in thy God

My soul, rejoice thou in thy God,
Boast of him all the Day,
Walk in his Law, and kisse his Rod, 
Cleave close to him alway.

What tho' thy outward Man decay,
Thy inward shall waxe strong;
Thy body vile it shall bee chang'd,
And glorious made ere-long.

With Angels-wings thy Soul shall mount 
To Blisse unseen by Eye,
And drink at unexhausted fount 
Of Joy unto Eternity.

Thy teares shall All bee dryed up,
Thy Sorrowes all shall flye;
Thy Sinns shall ne'er bee summon'd up, 
Nor come in memory.

Then shall I know what thou hast done 
For me, unworthy me,
And praise thee shall ev'n as I ought,
For wonders that I see.

Base World, I trample on thy face,
Thy Glory I despise,
No gain I find in ought below,
For God hath made me wise.

Come, Jesus, quickly, Blessed Lord,
Thy face when shall I see ?
O let me count each hour a Day 
'Till I dissolved bee.