Logos Virtual Library: George Herbert: The Temple: The Church: Discipline

George Herbert

George Herbert (1593-1633)

The Temple

Discipline

Throw away thy rod,
Throw away thy wrath:

O my God,
Take the gentle path.

For my hearts desire
Unto thine is bent:

I aspire
To a full consent.

Not a word or look
I affect to own,

But by book,
And thy book alone.

Though I fail, I weep:
Though I halt in pace,

Yet I creep
To the throne of grace.

Then let wrath remove;
Love will do the deed:

For with love
Stonie hearts will bleed.

Love is swift of foot;
Love’s a man of warre,

And can shoot,
And can hit from farre.

Who can scape his bow?
That which wrought on thee,

Brought thee low,
Needs must work on me.

Throw away thy rod;
Though man frailties hath,

Thou art God:
Throw away thy wrath.