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 , 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!