Lord, with what courage and delight I do each thing When thy least breath sustains my wing! I shine and move Like those above, And (with much gladness Quitting sadness) Make me fair days of every night. 2 Affliction thus, mere pleasure is, And hap what will, If thou be in't, 'tis welcome still; But since thy rays In sunny days Thou dost thus lend And freely spend, Ah! what shall I return for this? 3 O that I were all Soul! that thou Wouldst make each part Of this poor, sinful frame pure heart! Then would I drown My single one, And to thy praise A consort raise Of @3Hallelujahs@1 here below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES THE UNKNOWN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT by RICHARD BARNFIELD ON TRINITY SUNDAY (2) by JOHN BYROM PIGNUS AMORIS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BLACK BEAST by GRANT HYDE CODE VISIONS IN VERSE: 7. MARRIAGE by NATHANIEL COTTON CIDER by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY SPRING SOWS HER SEEDS: NINETEEN EIGHTEEN by MARY CAROLYN DAVIES |