Hear me, O God!
A broken heart,
Is my best part;
Use still thy rod,
That I may prove
Therein my love.
If thou hadst not
Been stern to me,
But left me free,
I had forot
Myself and thee.
For sin's so sweet,
As minds ill bent
Rarely repent,
Until they meet
Their punishment.
Who more can crave
Than thou hast done,
That gav'st a Son,
To free a slave?
First made of naught.
With all since sought.
Sin, Death, and Hell,
His glorous Name
Quite overcame,
Yet I rebel,
And slight the same.
But I'll come in
Before my loss
Me farther toss,
As sure to win
Under his Cross.
By Ben Jonson
1572–1637
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