XIV: Batter my heart three persond God by Benjamin Britten Lyrics

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new
I, like an usurpt town, to another due
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain
But am betroth'd unto your enemy:
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me