Hymn on Colossians 3:2

I

The Sovereign Lord that dwells above

Who’s fair & rich beyond compare

He condescends to seek my love

Tis safe to trust his heavenly care.

2

Then mount with Eagles wings on high

There’s joys transcending Earthly things

Where Jesus reigns above the Sky

The fountainhead of all my springs.

3

There’s heavenly manna for the Soul

Delicious rich Soul strengthening food

Eternal peace & pleasures roll

And ev’ry pure substantial good.

4

Tho Earth may tempt my Soul to love

Displaying her delightful charms

As dros & dung I dissaprove

And angry thrust it from my arms.

5

There’s nothing on this Earthly Globe

Can suit th’ enlightned Souls desires

Christ Righteousness that Glorious Robe

Is that to which my Soul aspires.

6

Tis only that can skreen from Sins

Tis that can fit for heav’nly Joy

There the delightfull work begins

That ever more will Saints employ.

Text: Steele Collection, 2/2/1, inserted into ACS’s diary, vol. 2 (1730-36), on a loose folium; see also Whelan, Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 8, pp. 25-26.