John Donne, Holy Sonnet II

As due many titles I resigne

My selfe 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 sonne, made with thy selfe to shine,

Thy servant, whose paines thou hast still repaid,

Thy sheepe, thine Image, and, till I betray’d

My selfe, a temple of thy Spirit divine;

Why doth the devill then usurpe on mee?

Why doth he steale, nay ravish that’s thy right?

Except thou rise and for thine owne worke fight,

Oh I shall soone despaire, when I doe see

That thou lov’st mankind well, yet wilt’not chuse me,

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

John Donne, Holy Sonnet II