The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Church-lock and key
¶ Church-lock and key.
I Know it is my sinne, which locks thine eares,And bindes thy hands,Out-crying my requests, drowning my tears;Or else the chilnesse of my faint demands.
But as cold hands are angrie with the fire,And mend it still;So I do lay the want of my desire,Not on my sinnes, or coldnesse, but thy will.
Yet heare, O God, onely for his blouds sakeWhich pleads for me:For though sinnes plead too, yet like stones they makeHis blouds sweet current much more loud to be.