On Humane Weakness

We have no means to please Almighty God,
But to beg Mercy, and avoid his Rod;
We have no Joys on Earth that can sustain
Our Souls, or free our Flesh from constant pain.
Our hearts alone are only ours to give,
And only can dispose 'em while we live;
And that's so hard a Task, we always find
Some difficulties, still divert the mind
From Heaven, where all good Men desire to be,
Yet fear to go, which is a Mystery,
And such a Riddle, that 'twere worth the while
Our selves unto our selves to reconcile.