| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| John Donne |
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| 78. Hymne to GOD my GOD, in my sicknesse |
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| SINCE I am comming to that Holy roome, | |
| Where, with thy Quire of Saints for evermore, | |
| I shall be made thy Musique; As I come | |
| I tune the Instrument here at the dore, | |
| And what I must doe then, thinke here before. | 5 |
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| Whilst my Physitians by their love are growne | |
| Cosmographers, and I their Mapp, who lie | |
| Flat on this bed, that by them may be showne | |
| That this is my South-west discoverie | |
| Per fretum febris, by these streights to die, | 10 |
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| I joy, that in these straits, I see my West; | |
| For, though theire currants yeeld returne to none, | |
| What shall my West hurt me? As West and East | |
| In all flatt Maps (and I am one) are one, | |
| So death doth touch the Resurrection. | 15 |
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| Is the Pacifique Sea my home? Or are | |
| The Easterne riches? Is Ierusalem? | |
| Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltare, | |
| All streights, and none but streights, are wayes to them, | |
| Whether where Iaphet dwelt, or Cham, or Sem. | 20 |
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| We thinke that Paradise and Calvarie, | |
| Christs Crosse, and Adams tree, stood in one place; | |
| Looke Lord, and finde both Adams met in me; | |
| As the first Adams sweat surrounds my face, | |
| May the last Adams blood my soule embrace. | 25 |
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| So, in his purple wrapp'd receive mee Lord, | |
| By these his thornes give me his other Crowne; | |
| And as to others soules I preach'd thy word, | |
| Be this my Text, my Sermon to mine owne, | |
| Therfore that he may raise the Lord throws down. | 30 |
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