1 Come let me love; or is my Mind
Harden'd to Stone, or froze to ice!
I see the blessed fair one bend,
And stoop t' embrace me from the skies.

2 O! 'tis a Thought would melt a Rock,
And make an Heart of Iron move,
That those sweet Lips, that heav'nly Look,
Should seek and Wish a Mortal's Love.

3 I was a Traytor doom'd to Fire,
Bound to sustain Eternal pains;
He flew on Wings of strong Desire,
Assum'd my Guilt, and took my Chains.

4 Infinite Grace! Almighty Charms!
Stand in amaze O Earth and Skies!
JESUS the GOD with naked Arms,
Hangs on a Cross of Love and dies.

5 Did Pity ever stoop so low,
Dress'd in Divinity and Blood?
Was ever Rebel courted so
With Groans of an expiring GOD?

6 Again he lives, and spreads his Hands,
Hands that were nail'd to tort'ring Smart;
By these dear Wounds says he; and stands
And prays to clasp me to his Heart.

7 Sure I must Love; or are my Ears
Still deaf, nor will my Passions move;
Then let me melt this Heart to Tears;
This heart shall yield to Death of Love.