How Much Have I Learned, My God

[Sir Guyon]

How much have I learned, my God!
Not at all to know thee more.
Gazing on an arthropod
My soul upon his wings is borne

And as I am to that gnat
So my mind to grasping you.
In faith he feels where I am at,
As I receive that you are true.

Succor at the edge of doom!
Showering bliss from stars and moon!

Every soul that bleeds and loves
Excess of the bosoms swell!
God of the gale and graceful dove
None of your wisdom I can tell.

Heaven or Hell, heaping my praise
After Flee'ng passion's fits
When world and mind both to me haze
My foolish heart I beg to quit.

Soft sentiments surge; my being
Strange hope! God? My heart keeps beating.

[YesNo]

I enjoyed this especially how you reached the last four words in the last line.