To Christ

Lo here I am, lord, whither wilt thou send me?
To which part of my soul, which region?
Whether the palace of my whole dominion,
My mind? which doth not rightly apprehend thee,
And needs more light of knowledge to amend me;
Or to the parliamental session,
My will? that doth design all action,
And doth not as it ought attend thee,
But suffers sin and pleasures, which offend thee,
Within thy kingdom to continue faction;
Or to my heart's great lordship shall I bend me,
Where love, the steward of affection,
On vain and barren pleasures doth dispend me?
Lord I am here, O give me thy commission.
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