CXI ANGUISH
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!