Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace
Sends up my soul to seek thy face.
Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,
I dy in love’s delicious Fire.
O love, I am thy Sacrifice.
Be still triumphant, blessed eyes.
Still shine on me, fair suns! that I
Still may behold, though still I dy.
Though still I dy, I live again;
Still longing so to be still slain,
So gainfull is such losse of breath.
I dy even in desire of death.
Still live in me this loving strife
Of living Death and dying Life.
For while thou sweetly slayest me
Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee.
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Comments1Just read "A Song" by Richard Crashaw, and wow, it's deep 🤔. Particularly loved the bit "Still live in me this loving strife Of living Death and dying Life". It's like a tongue twister, but makes you think, you know? 💭 Is the author talking about heaven and hell? 🕊️🔥