Classic Poem

Lo rd, thou hast said, thou mad'st not death , then let
that which thou mad'st not, neuer signiorize
O'er me that thou hast made: but Watches set
to keepe death from me, when from Death I rise

If thou be sory for my Death , then who
shall let thy Ioy in giuing life to me?
If thou wilt , thou canst saue me: I not so:
I can but dye , vnlesse I liue by Thee:

For, I can will , but can performe no good ,
nor yet will Good , without my Will thou moue:
In thy good will then, lies my linclihood ,
and yet thou bidst me labour for thy Loue!

But, Lord, I cannot, if thou help me not;
that's make me willing , and worke with me too:
Nor can I moue a Man , but I must blot
without thee; so my Pow'rs but to vndoe.

For, I would , sometimes that I can , but then
I know not what I can or would , vulesse
Thou make me see (beyond my Natures ken)
what I should doe, and it, in deede , expresse.

And if I should haue, with my Pow'r and Will ,
Knowledge to guide me; yet, if that be mine,
(Without thy Wisedome ) It will wander still;
for, all that tread true Steps, must tread in thine:
Then (├┤ deare Lord) doe all for me; yet so,
As I may rest with thee and with thee goe .