Love is the liquor sweet and most divine, Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.

Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing
My God and King.
The heavens are not too high,
His praise my thither fly;
The earth is not too low,
His praises there may grow.
Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing
My God and King.
The church with psalms must shout,
No door can keep them out;
But above all, the heart
Must bear the longest part.