A Hymne to God the Father
by Ben Jonson

HEARE mee, O God !
A broken heart,
    Is my best part :
Use still thy rod,
    That I may prove
    Therein, thy Love.

If thou hadst not
    Beene stern to mee,
    But left me free,
I had forgot
    My selfe 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 Sonne,
To free a slave?
    First made of nought ;
    With All since bought.

Sinne, Death, and Hell,
    His glorious Name
    Quite overcame,
Yet I rebell,
    And slight the same.

But, I'll come in,
    Before my losse,
    Me farther tosse,
As sure to win.
    Under his Crosse.

The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse.
H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1934. 167-168.

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