An Ejaculation

Lord, I have done what lies in me,
The work does now belong to thee;
I have resign'd my heart,
'Tis thine, who only art
Able to keep what is thy own;
Which I cannot, if left alone;
But shall fall back again,
And merit thy disdain.
It is thy pleasure, and thy will,
I should depend upon thee still,
And never dare to trust
The frailty of my dust,
Which by nature does incline
To be more earthly than divine.
Thus I can only stand,
Supported by thy hand.