George Herbert - RepentanceGeorge Herbert - Repentance
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Lord, I confesse my sinne is great;
Great is my sinne. Oh! gently treat
With thy quick flow`r, thy momentarie bloom;
Whose life is still pressing
Is one undressing,
A steadie aiming at a tombe.
Man`s age is two houres work, or three;
Each day doth round about us see.
Thus are we to delights: but we are all
To sorrows old,
If life be told
From what life feeleth, Adam`s fall.
Oh let thy height of mercie then
Compassionate short-breathed men,
Cut me not off for my most foul transgression:
I do confesse
My foolishnesse;
My God, accept of my confession.
Sweeten at length this bitter bowl,
Which thou hast pour`d into my soul;
Thy wormwood turn to health, windes to fair weather,
For if thou stay,
I and this day,
As we did rise we die together.
When thou for sinne rebukest man,
Forthwith he waxeth wo and wan:
Bitternesse fills our bowels; all our hearts
Pine, and decay,
And drop away,
And carrie with them th` other parts.
But thou wilt sinne and grief destroy;
That so the broken bones may joy,
And tune together in a well-set song,
Full of his praises
Who dead men raises.
Fractures well cur`d make us more strong.
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