1

The Bliss of other Men is my Delight:

(When once my Principles are right:)

And evry Soul which mine doth see

A Treasurie.

The Face of God is Goodness unto all,

And while he Thousands to his Throne doth call,

While Millions bathe in Pleasures,

And do behold his Treasures

The Joys of all

On mine do fall

And even my Infinitie doth seem

A Drop without them of a mean Esteem.

2

The Light which on ten thousand faces Shines

The Beams which crown ten thousand Vines

With Glory and Delight, appear

As if they were,

Reflected only from them all for me,

That I a Greater Beauty there might see.

Thus Stars do Beautifie

The Azure Canopie

Gilded with Rayes

Ten thousand Ways

They serv me, while the Sun that on them shines

Adorns those Stars, and crowns those Bleeding Vines.

3

Where Goodness is within, the Soul doth reign.

Goodness the only Sovereign!

Goodness delights alone to see

Felicitie.

And while the Image of his Goodness lives

In me, whatever he to any gives

Is my Delight and Ends

In me in all my Friends

For Goodness is

The Spring of Bliss

And tis the End of all it gives away

And all it gives it ever doth enjoy.

4

His Goodness! Lord, it is his Highest Glory!

The very Grace of all his Story!

What other thing can me delight

But the Blest Sight

Of his Eternal Goodness? While his Love

His Burning Lov the Bliss of all doth prove

While it beyond the Ends

Of Heaven and Earth extends

And Multiplies

Above the Skies

His Glory Love and Goodness in my Sight,

Is for my Pleasure made more infinite.