A Poem for Trinity Sunday

Lord, who hast form'd me out of mud,

And hast redeem'd me through thy bloud,

And sanctified me to do good,

Purge all my sinnes done heretofore;

For I confess my heavie score,

And I will strive to sinne no more.

Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me,

With faith, with hope, with charitie,

That I may runne, rise, rest with thee.

George Herbert (early 1600's - Cambridge, England)