The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Thou art all love, my dearest Lord

Thou art all love, my dearest Lord,
   Thou art all lovely too
Thy love I at thy table taste;
   Thy loveliness I view.

Thy divine beauty, veil'd with flesh
   Thy enemies despise;
Thy mangled body they disdain,
   And turn from thee their eyes.

But thou more lovely art to me
   For all that thou hast borne
Each cloud sets off thy lustre more
   Thee all thy scars adorn.

Thy garments tinctu'd with thy blood,
   The best and noblest dye,
Out-shine the robes that princes wear;
   Thy thorns their gems out-vie.

That I may be all love to thee,
   And lovely like thee too,
O cleanse me with thy precious blood,
   And me thy beauty shew.

My former vows I now renew:
   O Lord, as thou art mine
I freely give my heart to thee,
   For ever I'll be thine.

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