Affliction: III
My
heart
did
heave,
and
there
came
forth,
O
God!
By
that
I
knew
that
thou
wast
in
the
grief,
To
guide
and
govern
it
to
my
relief,
Making
a
scepter
of
the
rod:
Hadst
thou
not
had
Thy
part,
Sure
the
unruly
sigh
had
broke
my
heart.
But
since
thy
breath
gave
me
both
life
and
shape,
Thou
knowst
my
tallies;
and
when
there's
assign'd
So
much
breath
to
a
sigh,
what's
then
behinde?
Or
if
some
yeares
with
it
escape,
The
sigh
then
onely
is
A
gale
to
bring
me
sooner
to
my
blisse.
Thy
life
on
earth
was
grief,
and
thou
art
still
Constant
unto
it,
making
it
to
be
A
point
of
honour
now
to
grieve
in
me,
And
in
thy
members
suffer
ill.
They
who
lament
one
crosse,
Thou
dying
dayly,
praise
thee
to
thy
losse.
