Man SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul | |
| Were but worth the having, | |
| Quickly should I then controll | |
| Any thought of waving. | |
| But when all my cares and pains | 5 |
| Cannot give the name of gains | |
| To Thy wretch so full of stains, | |
| What delight or hope remains? | |
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Saviour What, childe, is the ballance thine, | |
| Thine the poise and measure? | 10 |
| If I say, Thou shalt be Mine, | |
| Finger not My treasure. | |
| What the gains in having thee | |
| Do amount to, onely He | |
| Who for man was sold can see; | 15 |
| That transferrd th accounts to Me. | |
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Man But as I can see no merit | |
| Leading to this favour, | |
| So the way to fit me for it | |
| Is beyond my savour. | 20 |
| As the reason, then, is Thine, | |
| So the way is none of mine: | |
| I disclaim the whole designe; | |
| Sinne disclaims and I resigne. | |
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Saviour That is all:if that I could | 25 |
| Get without repining; | |
| And My clay, My creature, would | |
| Follow my resigning; | |
| That as I did freely part | |
| With my glorie and desert, | 30 |
| Left all joyes to feel all smart | |
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Man Ah, no more: Thou breakst my heart. | |