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Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany bloom; Whose life still pressing Is one undressing, A steady aiming at a tomb. Man's age is two hours' work, or three: Each day doth round about us see. Thus are we to delights: but we are all To sorrows old, If life be told From what life feeleth, Adam's fall. O let thy height of mercy then Compassionate short-breathed men. Cut me not off for my most foul transgression: I do confess My foolishness; My God, accept of my confession. Sweeten at length this bitter bowl, Which thou hast pour'd into my soul; Thy wormwood turn to health, winds to fair weather: For if thou stay, I and this day, As we did rise, we die together. When thou for sin rebukest man, Forthwith he waxeth woe and wan: Bitterness fills our bowels; all our hearts Pine, and decay, And dropp away, And carry with them th'other parts. But thou wilt sin and grief destroy; That so the broken bones may joy, And tune together in a well-set song, Full of his praises, Who dead men raises; Fractures well cur'd make us more strong.

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Meaning of "Repentance" by George Herbert

The lyrics present a raw, desperate plea for divine mercy, framed by an acute awareness of human sinfulness and mortality. The speaker immediately confesses, "Lord, I confess my sin is great; / Great is my sin." This isn't a casual admission but a foundational statement, setting the stage for a profound negotiation with a higher power. The tone is one of urgent supplication, a recognition that life itself is fleeting and inherently flawed, marked by a constant movement towards an inevitable end. The imagery of life as "one undressing, / A steady aiming at a tomb" is stark, suggesting a process of shedding all pretense and purpose as death approaches. The central tension lies in the contrast between the magnitude of human transgression and the desired scope of divine compassion. The speaker emphasizes the brevity and frailty of human existence, describing man's age as merely "two hours' work, or three." This short span is juxtaposed with the weight of sin, which the lyrics suggest stems from "Adam's fall." The plea is for God to "Compassionate short-breathed men" and not to "Cut me not off for my most foul transgression," highlighting a desperate hope that mercy can outweigh sin. A particularly striking craft element is the extended metaphor of a bitter potion. The speaker asks God to "Sweeten at length this bitter bowl, / Which thou hast pour'd into my soul." This imagery of "wormwood" being transformed into health and "winds" into fair weather is potent, illustrating a desire for spiritual and emotional healing. The lyrics also employ a cyclical view of life and death, noting how "As we did rise, we die together," and later, the idea that "Fractures well cur'd make us more strong," suggesting that even brokenness can lead to a more resilient form of joy and praise.

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