Toss not my soul, O Love, ’twixt hope and fear! Show 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 enroll’d; 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.