Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace br Sends up my soul to seek thy face. br Thy blessed eyes breed such desire, br I dy in love’s delicious Fire. br O love, I am thy Sacrifice. br Be still triumphant, blessed eyes. br Still shine on me, fair suns! that I br Still may behold, though still I dy. br br Though still I dy, I live again; br Still longing so to be still slain, br So gainfull is such losse of breath. br I dy even in desire of death. br Still live in me this loving strife br Of living Death and dying Life. br For while thou sweetly slayest me br Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee.