The Agony by George Herbert

  Philosophers have measur’d mountains, Fathom’d the depths of seas, of states and kings; Walk’d with a staff to heav’n and traced fountains: But there are two vast, spacious thins, The which to measure it doth more behove; Yet few there are that sound them, ‒ Sin and Love. Who would know Sin, let him […]

Prayer by George Herbert

  Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth; Engine against th’ Almightie, sinner’s towre, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six daies world-transposing in an houre, A kinde of tune, which all things heare and […]

The Pilgrimage by George Herbert

I travell’d on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on th’ one, and on the other side The rock of Pride. And so I came to fancy’s meadow strow’d With many a flower: Fain would I here have made abode, […]

And Shall I Silent Be?

Christmas by George Herbert The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be? My God, no hymn for Thee? My soul’s a shepherd too: a flock it feeds Of thoughts, and words, and deeds. The pasture is Thy Word; the streams, Thy grace Enriching all the place. Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers […]