Lord, when thou didst on Sinai pitch And shine from Paran, when a fiery Law Pronounced with thunder, and thy threats did thaw Thy people's hearts, when all thy weeds were rich And inaccessible for light, Terror and might, How did poor flesh (which after thou didst wear) Then faint and fear! Thy chosen flock, like leafs in a high wind, Whispered obedience, and their heads inclined. 2 But now since we to Sion came, And through thy blood thy glory see, With filial confidence we touch ev'n thee; And where the other mount all clad in flame And threat'ning clouds would not so much As bide the touch, We climb up this, and have too all the way Thy hand our stay, Nay, thou tak'st ours, and (which full comfort brings) Thy Dove too bears us on her sacred wings. 3 Yet since man is a very brute And after all thy Acts of grace doth kick, Slighting that health thou gav'st, when he was sick, Be not displeased, if I, who have a suit To thee each hour, beg at thy door For this one more; O plant in me thy @3Gospel@1 and thy @3Law@1, Both @3Faith@1 and @3Awe@1; So twist them in my heart, that ever there I may as well as @3love@1, find too thy @3fear@1! 4 Let me not spill, but drink thy blood, Not break thy fence, and by a black excess Force down a just curse, when thy hands would bless; Let me not scatter and despise my food, Or nail those blessed limbs again Which bore my pain; So shall thy mercies flow: for while I fear, I know, thou'lt bear, But should thy mild injunction nothing move me, I would both think and judge I did not love thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND VIRGINIA - THE WEST by WALT WHITMAN AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE PASSERS BY by AL-RADI BILLAH |