The Poetry Corner

To God: An Anthem Sung In The Chapel At Whitehall Before The King.

By Robert Herrick

Verse. My God, I'm wounded by my sin, And sore without, and sick within. Ver. Chor. I come to Thee, in hope to find Salve for my body and my mind. Verse. In Gilead though no balm be found To ease this smart or cure this wound, Ver. Chor. Yet, Lord, I know there is with Thee All saving health, and help for me. Verse. Then reach Thou forth that hand of Thine, That pours in oil, as well as wine, Ver. Chor. And let it work, for I'll endure The utmost smart, so Thou wilt cure.