SPECULUM CORDIS.

Pro speculo Cordis, Cor aspice dulcis Jesu,
Imprinet hoc Cordi Vulnera viva tuo.

The MIRRER of the HEART.

Wouldst thou inspect the Heart! Lord look at mine, And let the Sight imprint new Wounds on Thine.

The GIVING of the Heart.

PROV. xxiii. 26.

My son, give me thine heart.]"

EPIG. 18.

THE only love, the only fear thou art,
Dear and dread Saviour, of my

sin-sick heart.

Thine heart thou gavest, that it might be mine: Take thou mine heart, then, that it may be thine..

ODE XVIII.

1..

Give thee mine heart? Lord, so I would,
And there's great reason that I should,
If it were worth the having:

Yet sure thou wilt esteem that good,
Which thou hast purchas'd with thy blood,
And thought it worth the craving.

2.

Give thee mine heart? Lord, so I will,

If thou wilt first impart the skill
Of bringing it to thee :

But should I trust myself to give
Mine heart, as sure as I do live,
I should deceived be.

3.

As all the value of mine heart
Proceeds from favour, not desert,
Acceptance is its worth :

So neither know I how to bring
A present to my heav'nly King,
Unless he set it forth.

4.

Lord of my life, methinks I hear
Thee say, that thee alone to fear,
And thee alone to love,

Is to bestow mine heart on thee,
That other giving none can be,
Whereof thou wilt approve.

5.

And well thou dost deserve to be
Both loved, Lord, and fear'd by me,
So good, so great thou art :

Greatness so good, goodness so great,
As passeth all finite conceit,

And ravisheth mine heart.

6.

Should I not love thee, blessed Lord,
Who freely of thine own accord

Laid'st down thy life for me?
For me, that was not dead alone,
But desp'rately transcendent grown
In enmity to thee?

Should

7.

Should I not fear before thee, Lord,
Whose hand spans heaven, at whose word
Devils themselves do quake?

Whose eyes outshine the sun, whose beck
Can the whole course of nature check,
And its foundations shake?

8.

Should I with-hold mine heart from thee,
The fountain of felicity,
Before whose presence is

Fullness of joy, at whose right hand
All pleasures in perfection stand,
And everlasting bliss?

9.

Lord, had I hearts a million,

And myriads in ev'ry one

Of choicest loves and fears;

They were too little to bestow

On thee, to whom I all things owe,
I should be in arrears.

10.

Yet, since my heart's the most I have,
And that which thou dost chiefly crave,
Thou shalt not of it miss.

Although I cannot give it so

As I should do, I'll offer't it though:
Lord, take it, here it is.

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