As due by many titles I resigne br My selfe to thee, O God, first I was made br By thee, and for thee, and when I was decay'd br Thy blood bought that, the which before was thine; br I am thy sonne, made with thy selfe to shine, br Thy servant, whose paines thou hast still repaid, br Thy sheepe, thine Image, and, till I betray'd br My selfe, a temple of thy Spirit divine; br Why doth the devill then usurpe on mee? br Why doth he steale, nay ravish that's thy right? br Except thou rise and for thine own worke fight, br Oh I shall soone despaire, when I doe see br That thou lov'st mankind well, yet wilt'not chuse me, br And Satan hates mee, yet is loth to lose me.