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TO GOD: AN ANTHEM, SUNG IN THE CHAPPELL AT WHITE-HALL by ROBERT HERRICK

Poet Analysis

First Line: MY GOD, I'M WOUNDED BY MY SIN
Last Line: THE UTMOST SMART, SO THOU WILT CURE.
Subject(s): GOD;
Verse. My God, I'm wounded by my sin,
And sore without, and sick within:
Ver. Chor. I come to Thee, in hope to find
Salve for my body, and my mind.
Verse. In Gilead though no Balme be found,
To ease this smart, or cure this wound;
Ver. Chor. Yet, Lord, I know there is with Thee
All saving health, and help for me.
Verse. Then reach Thou forth that hand of Thine,
That powres in oyle, as well as wine.
Ver. Chor. And let it work, for I'le endure
The utmost smart, so Thou wilt cure.



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