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Holy Sonnet II: As Due By Many Titles I Resign

by John Donne

As due by many titles I resign

My self to Thee, O God; first I was made

By Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decayed

Thy blood bought that, the which before was Thine;

I am Thy son, made with Thy Self to shine,

Thy servant, whose pains Thou hast still repaid,

Thy sheep, thine image, and, till I betrayed

My self, a temple of Thy Spirit divine;

Why doth the devil then usurp on me?

Why doth he steal, nay ravish that's thy right?

Except thou rise and for thine own work fight,

Oh I shall soon despair, when I do see

That thou lov'st mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,

And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.

This poem is in the public domain.

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