To Heaven - Ben Jonson

Lyrics
Good and great God, can I not think of thee But it must straight my melancholy be? Is it interpreted in me disease That, laden with my sins, I seek for ease? Oh be thou witness, that the reins dost know And hearts of all, if I be sad for show And judge me after; if I dare pretend To ought but grace or aim at other end As thou art all, so be thou all to me First, midst, and last, converted one, and three; My faith, my hope, my love; and in this state My judge, my witness, and my advocate Where have I been this while еxil'd from thee? And whither rap'd, now thou but stoop'st to me? Dwell, dwеll here still. O, being everywhere How can I doubt to find thee ever here? I know my state, both full of shame and scorn Conceiv'd in sin, and unto labour borne Standing with fear, and must with horror fall And destin'd unto judgment, after all I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t' inflict another wound Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul, lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee
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- Ben Jonson