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34. MATTENS.

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I CANNOT ope mine eyes,

But thou art ready there to catch

My morning-soul and sacrifice:

Then we must needs for that day make a match.

My God, what is a heart?

Silver, or gold, or precious stone,

Or starre, or rainbow, or a part

Of all these things, or all of them in one?

My God, what is a heart,

That thou shouldst it so eye, and wooe,

Powring upon it all thy art,

As if that thou hadst nothing els to do?

Indeed man’s whole estate

Amounts (and richly) to serve thee:

He did not heav’n and earth create,

Yet studies them, not him by whom they be.

Teach me thy love to know;

That this new light, which now I see,

May both the work and workman show:

Then by a sunne-beam I will climbe to thee.

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