Poem by John Donne

Holy Sonnet 2. As due by many titles I resign

As due by many titles I resign
Myself to thee, O God, first I was made
By Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decay'd
Thy blood bought that, the which before was Thine.
I am Thy son, made with Thyself to shine,
Thy servant, whose pains Thou hast still repaid,
Thy sheep, Thine image, and—till I betray'd
Myself—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,
O! I shall soon despair, when I shall see
That Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,
And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.

1. Holy Sonnet 15. Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest
2. Holy Sonnet 9. If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
3. Holy Sonnet 12. Why are we by all creatures waited on?
4. Holy Sonnet 11. Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side
5. Holy Sonnet 18. Show me, dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear

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