June 18
Companions of the Way (Evening)My times are in Thy hand.
HOW should I praise Thee, Lord! how should my rymes
Gladly engrave Thy love in steel,
If what my soul doth feel sometimes
My soul might ever feel!
Although there were some fortie heav'ns, or more,
Sometimes I peere above them all;
Sometimes I hardly reach a score,
Sometimes to hell I fall.
O rack me not to such a vast extent;
These distances belong to Thee:
The world's too little for Thy tent,
A grave too big for me.
Yet take Thy way; for sure Thy way is best;
Stretch or contract me Thy poore debter:
This is but tuning of my breast,
To make the musick better.
Whether I flie with angels, fall with dust,
Thy hands made both, and I am there;
Thy power and love, my love and trust
Make one place everywhere.
GEORGE
HERBERT
FAITH