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 […]
It is impossible to measure the impact such a privilege would have on one’s life.
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 […]