6. Resurrection

Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul

Shall—though she now be in extreme degree

Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly—be

Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard or foul,

And life by this death abled shall control

Death, whom Thy death slew; nor shall to me

Fear of first or last death bring misery,

If in Thy life-book my name thou enroll.

Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,

But made that there, of which, and for which it was;

Nor can by other means be glorified.

May then sin’s sleep and death soon from me pass,

That waked from both, I again risen may

Salute the last and everlasting day.