The night will close the door & fasten my anchor within the veil and…

ye and I might meet with joy up in the rainbow

I had but one joy, the apple of the eye of my delights , to preach Christ my Lord

Like a fool as I was , I suffered my sun to be high in the heavens and near afternoon before I ever took the gate by the end.

I see grace growth best in winter

I hang by a thread, but it is (if I may so speak) of Christ's spinning

The bloom fell off my branches and joy did cast off its flower