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.