Pharaphrase
on
John
21.
17
.
YEs
,
thou
that
knowest
all
,
dost
know
I
love
thee
,
And
that
I
set
no
Idol
up
above
thee
,
To
thy
unerring
censure
I
appael
,
And
thou
that
knowest
all
things
,
sure
canst
tell
,
I
Love
thee
more
then
Life
or
Interest
,
Nor
hast
thou
any
Rival
in
my
Breast
;
I
Love
thee
so
,
that
I
would
calmly
bear
;
The
Mocks
of
Fools
,
and
bless
my
happy
Ear
Let
me
from
thee
but
one
kind
whisper
hear
;
I
Love
thee
so
,
that
for
a
smile
of
thine
,
Might
this
,
and
all
the
brighter
Worlds
be
mine
,
I
would
not
pause
,
but
with
a
noble
Scorn
,
At
the
unequal
slighted
offer
spurn
;
Yes
,
I
to
Fools
these
trifles
can
resign
,
Nor
envy
them
the
World
,
whilst
thou
art
mine
;
I
love
thee
as
my
Centre
,
and
can
find
No
Point
but
thee
to
stay
my
doubtful
mind
;
Potent
and
uncontroul'd
its
Motions
were
,
Till
fixt
in
thee
its
only
congruous
Sphere
.
Urg'd
with
a
thousand
specious
Baits
,
I
stood
,
Displeas'd
,
and
sighing
for
some
distant
good
,
To
calm
its
genuine
Dictates
—
but
betwixt
Them
all
,
remain'd
suspended
and
unfixt
.
I
love
thee
so
,
'tis
more
than
Death
to
be
,
My
Life
,
my
Love
,
my
all
,
depriv'd
of
thee
;
'Tis
Hell
,
'tis
Horror
,
shades
and
darkness
then
,
Till
thou
unveil'st
thy
Heavenly
Face
agen
;
I
Love
thee
so
,
I'de
kiss
the
Dart
should
free
My
flatterring
Soul
,
and
send
her
up
to
thee
;
O
would'st
thou
break
her
Chain
,
with
what
delight
She'd
spread
her
Wings
,
and
bid
the
world
goodnight
.
Scarce
for
my
bright
conductors
would
I
stay
,
But
lead
thy
flaming
Ministers
the
way
,
In
their
known
passage
to
eternal
day
.
And
yet
the
Climes
of
Light
would
not
seem
fair
,
Unless
I
met
my
bright
Redeemer
there
;
Unless
I
saw
my
Shining
Saviours
Face
,
And
cop't
all
Heaven
in
his
sweet
embrace
.