Trust me, i have not earned your dear rebuke,-

I love, as you would have me, God the most;

Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost,

Nor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look,

Unready to forego what i forsook;

This say i, having counted up the cost,

This, though i be the feeblest of God's host,

The sorriest sheep Christ shepards with His crook

Yet while i love my God the most i deem

That i can never love you over-much;

I love Him more so let me love you too;

Yea, as i apprehend it, love is such

I cannot love you if i love not Him,

I cannot love Him, if i love not you.

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