Hymn to God - My God in My Sickness

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Anthony Quayle - Pop

Hymn to God - My God in My Sickness

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Since I am coming to that holy room Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door And what I must do then, think here before Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown That this is my south-west discovery Per fretum febris, by these straits to die I joy, that in these straits I see my west; For, though their currents yield return to none What shall my west hurt me? As west and east In all flat maps (and I am one) are one So death doth touch the resurrection Is the Pacific Sea my home? Or are The eastern riches? Is Jerusalem? Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltar All straits, and none but straits, are ways to them Whether where Japhet dwelt, or Cham, or Shem We think that Paradise and Calvary Christ's cross, and Adam's tree, stood in one place; Look, Lord, and find both Adams met in me; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace So, in his purple wrapp'd, receive me, Lord; By these his thorns, give me his other crown; And as to others' souls I preach'd thy word Be this my text, my sermon to mine own: "Therefore that he may raise, the Lord throws down."

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  • John Donne