Aye, this is incense whose accepted savour

Mounts up the heavenly throne, and findeth favour:

Aye, this it is whose valour never fails—

With God it stoutly wrestles and prevails:

Aye, this it is that pierces heaven above,

Never returning home, (like Noah’s dove,)

But brings an olive leaf, or some increase,

That works salvation and eternal peace.

Quarles.

All powerful is the penitential sigh