Oh, thou great Power ! in whom I move, <br />For whom I live, to whom I die, <br />Behold me through thy beams of love, <br />Whilst on this couch of tears I lie <br />And cleanse my sordid soul within, <br />By thy Christ's blood, the bath of sin. <br /> <br />No hallowed oyls, no grains I need, <br />No rags of saints, no purging fire ; <br />One rosie drop from David's seed <br />Was worlds of seas to quench thine ire <br />O precious ran some ! which once paid, <br />That Conmminatum est was said ; <br /> <br />And said by Him that said no more, <br />But seal'd it with his sacred breath : <br />Thou, then, that has dispong'd my score, <br />And dying wast the death of Death, <br />Be to me now, on thee I call, <br />My life, my strength, my joy, my all!<br /><br />Sir Henry Wotton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hymn-15/
