DISCIPLINE
by: George Herbert (1593-1632)
- HROW away
Thy rod,
- Throw away Thy wrath;
- O my God,
- Take the gentle path!
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- For my heart's desire
- Unto Thine is bent:
- I aspire
- To a full consent.
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- Not a word or look
- I affect to own,
- But by the book,
- And Thy Book alone.
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- Though I fail, I weep;
- Though I halt in pace,
- Yet I creep
- To the Throne of Grace.
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- Then let wrath remove;
- Love will do the deed:
- For with Love
- Stony hearts will bleed.
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- Love is swift of foot;
- Love's a man of war,
- And can shoot,
- And can hit from far.
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- Who can 'scape his bow?
- That which wrought on Thee,
- Brought Thee low,
- Needs must work on me.
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- Throw away Thy rod;
- Though man frailties hath,
- Thou art God:
- Throw away Thy wrath!
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