With soft embraces it doth clasp the soul,
And watchfully all enemies control.
It enters in and doth a temple find,
Or make a living one within the mind,
That, while God's omnipresence in us lies,
His treasures might be all before our eyes:
For minds and souls intent upon them here,
Do with the Seraphim's above appear:
And are like spheres of bliss, by love and sight,
By joy, thanksgiving, praise, made infinite.