Toss Not My Soul

Toss not my soul, O love twixt hope and fear,

Shew me some ground where I may firmly stand,

Or surely fall, I care not which appear,

So one will close me in a certain band.

When once of ill the uttermost is known,

The strength of sorrow quite is overthrown.

Take me Assurance to thy blissful hold,

Or thou Despair unto thy darkest Cell,

Each hath full rest, the one in joys enrolled,

Th' other, in that he fears no more, is well:

When once the uttermost of ill is known,

The strength of sorrow quite is overthrown.