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Am I thy gold? Or purse, Lord, for thy wealth,
Whether in mine or mint refined for thee?
I’m counted so, but count me o’er thyself
Lest goldwashed face and brass in heart I be.
I fear my touchstone touches when I try
Me, and my counted gold too overly.

Am I new minted by thy stamp indeed?
Mine eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see.
Be thou my spectacles that I may read
Thine image and inscription stamped on me.
If thy bright image do upon me stand
I am a golden angel in thy hand.

Lord, make my soul thy plate: thine image bright
Within the circle of the same enfoil.
And on its brims in golden letters write
Thy superscription in an holy style.
Then shall I be thy money, thou my hoard:
Let me thy angel be, be thou my Lord.

Notes: Angel was a gold coin: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_(coin)
The poem concerns the doctrine of assurance. The definitive Puritan work on this doctrine is The Christian’s Great Interest: https://memoirandremains.wordpress.com/category/pastors-and-theologians/william-guthrie/