O by Mary Sidney Herbert | Poets.org
February 24, 2013 · 11:28 AM
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O
by Mary Sidney Herbert
Oh, what a lantern, what a lamp of light Is thy pure word to me To clear my paths and guide my goings right! I swore and swear again, I of the statutes will observer be, Thou justly dost ordain.
The heavy weights of grief oppress me sore: Lord, raise me by the word, As thou to me didst promise heretofore. And this unforced praise I for an off'ring bring, accept, O Lord, And show to me thy ways.
What if my life lie naked in my hand, To every chance exposed! Should I forget what thou dost me command? No, no, I will not stray From thy edicts though round about enclosed With snares the wicked lay.
Thy testimonies as mine heritage, I have retained still: And unto them my heart's delight engage, My heart which still doth bend, And only bend to do what thou dost will, And do it to the end.
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