Wherefore with my utmost art

King of glory, King of peace

by George Herbert, 1633

King of glory, King of peace
I will love Thee;
And that love may never cease,
I will move Thee.
Thou has granted my request,
Thou hast heard me;
Thou didst note my working breast,
Thou has spared me.

Wherefore with my utmost art
I will sing Thee,
And the cream of all my heart,
I will bring Thee.
Though my sins against me cried,
Thou didst clear me;
And, alone, when they replied,
Thou didst hear me.

Seven whole days, not one in seven,
I will praise Thee;
In my heart, though not in heaven,
I canst raise Thee.
Small it is in this poor sort,
To enroll Thee:
E'en eternity's too short,
To extoll Thee!