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And to prevent all wrongs,
One faith unites
O let his entertainment then be such
As doth him best befit : Whatever he requireth think not much
Freely to yield him it :
For who doth this
GRACE, Wit, and Art, assist me; for I see
So far excels in worth,
That sooner may
With light away,
Than fully set it forth, Except you join all three to take my part, And chiefly Grace fill both my head and heart.
Stay, busy soul, presume not to enquire
And never comprehend :
All reason doth transcend.
And who most magnifies best understands,
And hearts, of all men living,
When most they try
Fall short, and lie,
Grovelling below : Man's giving
Faith must perform the office of invention,
Of wonder, silence keep.
Not tongues, but eyes
This day : whereof the deep
Then write non Ultra here; Look not for leave To speak of what thou never canst conceive
Worthily, as thou shouldst :
And it shall be
Himself doth see,
Though thou canst not, thou wouldst Make his praise glorious, who is alone Thrice blessed one in three, and three in one.
Turn in, my Lord, turn in to me ;
Mine heart's a homely place;
And fill it with thy grace:
It was thy lodging once before,
It builded was by thee : But I to sin set ope the door,
It render'd was by me. And so thy building was defaced, And in thy room another placed.
But he usurps, the right is thine :
O dispossess him, Lord.
He's gone at the first word.
Now say to sin, depart:
And, Son, give me thine heart. Thou, that by saying, Let it be, didst make it, Canst, if thou wilt, by saying, Give't me, take it.
Before the throne of glory
In thy stead :
What I did.
Alas ! shall I present
Thy Sins on me,
To shine on thee.
Lord, what thou'lt have me, thou must make me. As I have made thee now, I take thee.
RESOLUTION AND ASSURANCE.
LORD, thou wilt love me. Wilt thou not?
Beshrew that not:
It was my sin begot
Thy blood was spilt
To wash away my guilt, Lord, I will love thee. Shall I not?
Beshrew that not.
'Twas death’s accursed plot To put that question ; Yes, I will,
In spite of all my ill.
We shall, and will,
We love our fill,
VOWS BROKEN AND RENEWED.
SAID I not so, that I would sin no more?
Witness my God, I did ; Yet I am run again upon the score :
My faults cannot be hid.