George Herbert - The Holy Scriptures I lyrics

Oh Book! infinite sweetness! let my heart s** ev'ry letter, and a honey gain, Precious for any grief in any part; To clear the breast, to mollify all pain. Thou art all health, health thriving, till it make A full eternity: thou art a ma** Of strange delights, where we may wish and take. Ladies, look here; this is the thankful gla**, That mends the looker's eyes: this is the well That washes what it shows. Who can endear Thy praise too much? thou art heav'n's Lidger here, Working against the states of d**h and hell. Thou art joy's handsel: heav'n lies flat in thee, Subject to ev'ry mounter's bended knee.