It cannot be. Where is that mighty joy,

Which just now took up all my heart?

Lord, if thou must needs use thy dart,

Save that, and me; or sin for both destroy.

The grosser world stand to thy word and art;

But thy diviner world of grace

Thou suddenly dost raise and race,

And ev’ry day a new Creator art

O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers

May also fix their reverence:

For when thou dost depart from hence,

They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers.

Scatter, or bind them all to bend to thee:

Though elements change, and heaven move,

Let not thy higher Court remove,

But keep a standing Majesty in me.