Easter Wings

Easter Wings



Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poore:

With Thee
O let me rise,
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day Thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne;
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Most thinne.

With Thee
Let me combine,
And feel this day Thy victorie;
For, if I imp my wing on Thine,


by George Herbert

2 thoughts on “Easter Wings

  1. If you Centre This text it will make the lovely shape of songs on the page! Bet you knew this. Christ is risen indeed!

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