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THE SURRENDER, by                    
First Line: Oft have I calm'd misfortunes deep
Last Line: That heart is soundest, wch is most contrite.
Subject(s): Humility


OFT have I calm'd Misfortunes Deep,
And sung my storming Greifs asleep:
But now the Tempests Roar is swelld
Too high to Muse's Voice to yeild:
Or yf it bowes to any Verse,
It must be that wch shall befriend my Herse.

2

Alas, my Sorrows were no more
Then could be scanned heertofore!
But Measures now & Numbers be
Themselves no longer unto Me;
Nor can their terminated Might
Deal with those Torments which are Infinite.

3

The Soule of this Complaint, to none
Is known, deer Lord, but Thee alone:
Thou seest how lamentable I
In a strange Hell of Sweetness frie:
Thou se'st my Heart & Me all rent
Upon a Rack of Torturing Content.

4

Not all this World could hire Me to
Flie from this delectable Woe.
Yet yf thy Pleasure be to ease
My deer & pretious Miseries;
Do, mighty Lord; thy Will is best
I yeild, & will endure to be at Rest.

5

I think I yeild: O Jesu trie
The bottome of thy Victory:
O search, & sift this heart, & see
It cheats not Me, nor injur's Thee.
O yf it bends not, break it quite:
That Heart is soundest, wch is most Contrite.





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