Sunday Sonnet.

Today we have the last of Anne Locke’s sonnet sequence: it begins with a five sonnet introduction. In this sonnet, as in the psalm, the writer turns from their plea for absolution to praise. The text today is the final verse: then will you delight in right sacrifices, in burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings; then bulls will be offered on your altar.

Then on thy hill, and in thy walled towne,
Thou shalt receaue the pleasing sacrifice,
The brute shall of thy praised name resoune
In thankfull mouthes, and then with gentle eyes
Thou shalt behold vpon thine altar lye
Many a yelden host of humbled hart,
And round about then shall thy people crye:
We praise thee, God our God: thou onely art
The God of might, of mercie, and of grace.
That I then, Lorde, may also honor thee,
Releue my sorow, and my sinnes deface:
Be, Lord of mercie, mercifull to me:
Restore my feling of thy grace againe:
Assure my soule, I craue it not in vaine.

Anne Locke

This is the end of this sonnet sequence. The rules for Sunday Sonnets are that (a) they must be Sonnets, in English (b) they must be written by Christians and (c) they must reflect faith. I prefer older poems to new. In the old blog this included Hilaire Belloc, Gerard Manley Hopkins, C.S Lewis (breaking the rule about it being a sonnet), G. K. Chesterton (ditto) and Anne Bradshaw. If anyone wants to make suggestions, the comments are functionally open until Saturday next week, as I generally write this a day early.