The Method

by George Herbert

George Herbert

Poore heart, lament,
For since thy God refuseth still,
There is some rub, some discontent,
Which cools his will.
Thy Father could.
Quickly effect, what thou dost move;
For he is Power: and sure he would;
For he is Love.
Go search this thing,
Tumble thy breast and turn thy book:
If thou hadst lost a glove or ring,
Wouldst thou not look?
What do I see
Written above there? Yesterday
I did behave me carelessly,
When I did pray.

And should God's eare
To such indifferents chained be,
Who do not their own motions heare?
Is God lesse free?
But stay! what's there?
Late when I would have something done,
I had a motion to forbear,
Yet I went on.

And should God's care,
Which needs not man, by ty'd to those
Who heare not him, but quickly heare
His utter foes?
Then once more pray:
Down with thy knees, up with thy voice:
Seek pardon first, and God will say,
Glad heart rejoyce.





Last updated January 14, 2019