The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Justice (I)
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¶ Justice.
I Cannot skill of these thy wayes.Lord, thou didst make me, yet thou woundest me;Lord, thou dost wound me, yet thou dost relieve me:Lord, thou relievest, yet I die by thee:Lord, thou dost kill me, yet thou dost reprieve me.
But when I mark my life and praise,Thy justice me most fitly payes:For, I do praise thee, yet I praise thee not:My prayers mean thee, yet my prayers stray:I would do well, yet sinne the hand hath got:My soul doth love thee, yet it loves delay.I cannot skill of these my wayes.