Note at end of manuscript reads
April 18, 1987 7:45 am
Lyrics
Like an hart, the livelong day
That in thorns and thickets lay,
Rouse thee, soul, thy flesh forsake,
Got to relieve from thy brake;
Suff’ring I would have thee part,
And at every motion start.
Look behind thee still to see
If thy frailties follow thee.
Deep in silence of the night,
Take a sweet and stol’n delight.
Graze on clover by this calm,
Precious spring of bleeding balm.
Thou remembrest how it ran
From his side, that’s God and man.
Take the pleasures of this stream,
Thou wilt think thy flesh a dream.
Nightly this repast go take,
Got to relive from thy brake.
