Immortal fountain of my life,
My last, my noblest end:
Eternal centre of my soul,
Where all its motions tend!
Thou object of my dearest love,
My heav’nly paradise
The spring of all my flowing joys
My everlasting bliss!
My God, my hope, my vast reward,
And all I wou’d possess;
Still more than these pathetic names,
And charming words express!
Text: Poems on Several Occasions (London: E. Dudley [and seven others], 1778), p. 104.