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ASS.#1 Meditation

This poem discusses the immense love that God has for humanity. It expresses amazement that God's infinite being would join with finite humanity. It describes God's love as filling heaven and overflowing into the world and even hell to save humanity. The final stanza expresses a desire for the speaker's heart to be overflown with God's love to warm his "chilly" and "lifeless" love for God. The poem praises the matchless love of God in joining with humanity and saving people through Jesus Christ.

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ASS.#1 Meditation

This poem discusses the immense love that God has for humanity. It expresses amazement that God's infinite being would join with finite humanity. It describes God's love as filling heaven and overflowing into the world and even hell to save humanity. The final stanza expresses a desire for the speaker's heart to be overflown with God's love to warm his "chilly" and "lifeless" love for God. The poem praises the matchless love of God in joining with humanity and saving people through Jesus Christ.

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ASS.

#1

Meditation

Edward Taylor

Alonzo Trinidad, J

What Love is this of thine, that Cannot bee

In thine Infinity, O Lord, Confinde,

Unless it in thy very Person see,

Infinity, and Finity Conjoyn’d?

What hath thy Gothead, as not satisfied

Marri’de our Manhood, making it it’s Bride?

II

Oh, Matchless Love! Filling Heaven to the brim!

O’re running it: all running o’re beside

This World! Nay Overflowing Hell; wherein

For thine Elect, there rose a mighty Tide!

That there our Veans might through thy Person bleed,

To quench those flames, that else would on us feed.

III

Oh! That thy Love might overflow my Heart!

To fire the same with Love: for Love I would.

But oh! My streight’ned Breast! my Lifeless Sparke!

My Fireless Flame! What Chilly Love, and Cold?

In measure small! In manner Chilly! See.

Lord blow the Coal: Thy Love Enflame in mee.

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