Herbert intended the verses he composed to be for God and for himself, as a way of meditating on the progress of his faith. We are fortunate enough to get to listen in.
But once again, even in considering the possibility, I am trying to even the score.
Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With him mayst rise. That, as his death calcined1 thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and much more just. Awake, my lute, and struggle […]
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 repair […]
God’s breath in man returning to his birth.
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, […]
It is impossible to measure the impact such a privilege would have on one’s life.
Thy friend put in thy bosome: wear his eies Still in thy heart, that he may see what’s there. If cause require, thou art his sacrifice; Thy drops of bloud must pay down all his fear: But love is lost, the way of friendship’s gone, Though David had his Jonathan, Christ his John. ~From The […]
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 […]