6 Such a sure part In his blest heart, The well where living waters spring, That, with it fed, Poor dust, though dead, Shall rise again, and live, and sing. 7 O drink and bread, Which strikes death dead, The food of man's immortal being! Under veils here Thou art my cheer, Present and sure without my seeing. 8 How dost thou fly And search and pry Through all my parts, and, like a quick And knowing lamp, Hunt out each damp, Whose shadow makes me sad or sick! 9 O what high joys! The turtle's voice And songs I hear! O quickening showers Of my Lord's blood, You make rocks bud, And crown dry hills with wells and flowers! 10 For this true ease, This healing peace, For this [brief] taste of living glory, My soul and all, Kneel down and fall, And sing his sad victorious story! 11 O thorny crown, More soft than down! O painful cross, my bed of rest! O spear, the key Opening the way! O thy worst state, my only best! 12 O all thy griefs Are my reliefs, As all my sins thy sorrows were! And what can I, To this reply? What, O God! but a silent tear? 13 Some toil and sow That wealth may flow, And dress this earth for next year's meat: But let me heed Why thou didst bleed, And what in the next world to eat. 'Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb.'--Rev. xix. 9. THE WATERFALL. With what deep murmurs, through time's silent stealth, Does thy transparent, cool, and watery wealth Here flowing fall, And chide and call, As if his liquid, loose retinue staid Lingering, and were of this steep place afraid; The common pass, Where, clear as glass, All must descend, Not to an end, But quickened by this deep and rocky grave, Rise to a longer course more bright and brave. Dear stream! dear bank! where often I Have sat, and pleased my pensive eye; Why, since each drop of thy quick store Runs thither whence it flowed before, Should poor souls fear a shade or night, Who came (sure) from a sea of light? Or, since those drops are all sent back So sure to thee that none doth lack, Why should frail flesh doubt any more That what God takes he'll not restore?