George Herbert - Affliction-II lyrics

k** me not ev'ry day, Thou Lord of life, since thy one d**h for me Is more than all my d**hs can be, Though I in broken pay Die over each hour of Methusalem's stay. If all men's tears were let Into one common sewer, sea, and brine; What were they all, compar'd to thine? Wherein if they were set, They would discolour thy most bloody sweat. Thou art my grief alone, Thou Lord conceal it not: and as thou art All my delight, so all my smart: Thy cross took up in one, By way of imprest, all my future moan.