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First Line: O thou! The first fruits of the dead
Last Line: O come lord jesus quickly!
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist


O thou! the first fruits of the dead
And their dark bed,
When I am cast into that deep
And senseless sleep
The wages of my sin,
O then,
Thou great Preserver of all men!
Watch o'er that loose
And empty house,
Which I sometimes lived in.

2

It is (in truth!) a ruined piece
Not worth thy eyes,
And scarce a room but wind and rain
Beat through and stain
The seats and cells within;
Yet thou
Led by thy Love wouldst stoop thus low,
And in this cot
All filth and spot,
Didst with thy servant inn.

3

And nothing can, I hourly see,
Drive thee from me,
Thou art the same, faithful and just
In life, or dust;
Though then (thus crumbed) I stray
In blasts,
Or exhalations, and wastes
Beyond all eyes
Yet thy love spies
That change, and knows thy clay.

4

The world's thy box: how then (there tossed)
Can I be lost?
But the delay is all; Time now
Is old and slow,
His wings are dull and sickly;
Yet he
Thy servant is, and waits on thee;
Cut then the sum,
Lord haste, Lord come,
O come Lord Jesus quickly!





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