Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Henry Vaughan (1622–1695)Love and Discipline
| SINCE in a land not barren still, | |
| Because Thou dost Thy grace distil, | |
| My lot is fallen, blest be Thy will. | |
| And since these biting frosts but kill | |
| Some tares in me which choke or spill | 5 |
| That seed Thou sow’st, blest be Thy skill! | |
| Blest be Thy dew, and blest Thy frost, | |
| And happy I to be so crost | |
| And cured by crosses at Thy cost. | |
| The dew doth cheer what is distrest, | 10 |
| The frosts ill weeds nip and molest, | |
| In both Thou work’st unto the best. | |
| Thus while Thy several mercies plot, | |
| And work on me, now cold, now hot, | |
| The work goes on and slacketh not; | 15 |
| For as Thy hand the weather steers, | |
| So thrive I blest ’twixt joys and tears, | |
| And all the year have some green ears. | |