Here you will find the Poem Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 1 of poet Edward Taylor
What love is this of Thine that cannot be In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined, Unless it in Thy very person see Infinity and finity conjoined? What hath Thy godhead, as not satisfied, Married our manhood, making it its bride? Oh matchless love! Filling heaven to the brim! O'errunning it: all running o'er beside This world! Nay, overflowing hell; wherein For Thine elect there rose a mighty tide! That there our veins might through Thy person bleed, To quench those flames that else would on us feed. Oh! that Thy love might overflow my heart! To fire the same with love: for love I would. But oh! my straitened breast! my lifeless spark! My fireless flame! What chilly love, and cold? In measure small! In manner chilly! See. Lord, blow the coal: Thy love enflame in me.
