The Holdfast
I threatned to observe the strict decree Of my deare God with all my power and might: But I was told by one, it could not be;
Yet I might trust in God to be my light.
Then will I trust, said I, in him alone. Nay, ev'n to trust in him, was also his: We must confesse, that nothing is our own.
Then I confesse that he my succour is:
But to have nought is ours, not to confesse That we have nought. I stood amaz'd at this, Much troubled, till I heard a friend expresse,
That all things were more ours by being his. What Adam had, and forfeited for all, Christ keepeth now, who cannot fail or fall.
George Herbert
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