My God and King! to Thee I bow my knee; I bow my troubled soul, and greet With my foul heart Thy holy feet. Cast it [118] , or tread it! it shall do Ev'n what Thou wilt, and praise Thee too. My GOD, could I weep blood, Gladly I would; Or if Thou wilt give me that art, Which through the eyes pours out the heart, I will exhaust it all, and make Myself all tears, a weeping lake. O! 'tis an easy thing To write and sing; But to write true, unfeignéd verse Is very hard! O GOD, disperse These weights, and give my spirit leave To act as well as to conceive! O my GOD, hear my cry; Or let me die! Footnotes: [118] cast it, [away] |