Holy Baptism
As he that sees a dark and shady
grove,
Stays not, but looks beyond it on the
sky
So when I view my sins, mine eyes
remove
More backward still, and to that water
fly,
Which is above the heav'ns, whose
spring and rent
Is in my dear Redeemer's pierced side.
O blessed streams! either ye do
prevent
And stop our sins from growing thick
and wide,
Or else give tears to drown them, as
they grow.
In you Redemption measures all my
time,
And spreads the plaster equal to the
crime:
You taught the book of life my name,
that so,
Whatever future sins should me
miscall,
Your first acquaintance might
discredit all.
George Herbert
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