Holy Sonnet II: As Due by Many Titles I Resign
As due by many titles I resignMy self to Thee, O God; first I was madeBy Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decayedThy blood bought that, the which before was Thine;I am Thy son, made with Thy Self to shine,Thy servant, whose pains Thou hast still repaid,Thy sheep, thine image, and, till I betrayedMy self, a temple of Thy Spirit divine;Why doth the devil then usurp on me?Why doth he steal, nay ravish that's thy right?Except thou rise and for thine own work fight,Oh I shall soon despair, when I do seeThat thou lov'st mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
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