George Herbert - The Temper-II lyrics

It cannot be. Where is that mighty joy, Which just now took up all my heart? Lord, if thou must needs use thy dart, Save that, and me; or sin for both destroy. The grosser world stand to thy word and art; But thy diviner world of grace Thou suddenly dost raise and race, And ev'ry day a new Creator art O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers May also fix their reverence: For when thou dost depart from hence, They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers. Scatter, or bind them all to bend to thee: Though elements change, and heaven move, Let not thy higher Court remove, But keep a standing Majesty in me.