The Holy Communion Print
By George Herbert   
Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Not in rich furniture, or fine aray,                         
                         Nor in a wedge of gold,
                         Thou, who for me wast sold,
          To me dost now thy self convey;
For so thou should’st without me still have been,
                         Leaving within me sinne:
But by the way of nourishment and strength
                         Thou creep’st into my breast;
                         Making thy way my rest,
          And thy small quantities my length;
Which spread their forces into every part,
                         Meeting sinnes force and art.
Yet can these not get over to my soul,
                         Leaping the wall that parts
                         Our souls and fleshy hearts;
          But as th’ outworks, they may controll
My rebel-flesh, and carrying thy name,
                         Affright both sinne and shame.
Onley thy grace, which with these elements comes,
                         Knoweth the ready way,
                         And hath the privie key,
          Op’ning the souls most subtile rooms;
While those to spirits refin’d, at doore attend
                         Dispatches from their friend.
Give me my captive soul, or take
                  My bodie also thither.
Another lift like this will make
                  Them both to be together.
Before that sinne turn’d flesh to stone,
                  And all our lump to leaven;
A fervent sigh might well have blown
                  Our innocent earth to heaven.
For sure when Adam did not know
                  To sinne, or sinne to smother;
He might to heav’n from Paradise go,
                  As from  one room t’another.
Thou hast restor’d us to  this ease
                  By this thy heav’nly bloud;
Which I can go to, when I please,
                  And leave th’earth to their food.



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