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First Line: My stock lies dead, and no increase
Last Line: Drop from above.
Subject(s): Bible; Religion; Theology

MY stock lies dead, and no increase
Doth my dull husbandrie improve:
O let thy graces, without cease,
Drop from above!

If still the sunne should hide his face,
Thy house would but a dungeon prove,
Thy works nights captives: O let grace
Drop from above!

The dew doth ev'ry morning fall;
And shall the dew outstrip thy Dove?
The dew, for which grasse cannot call,
Drop from above!

Death is still working like a mole,
And digs my grave at each remove:
Let grace work too, and on my soul
Drop from above.

Sinne is still hammering my heart
Unto a hardnesse void of love:
Let suppling grace, to crosse his art,
Drop from above.

O come! for thou dost know the way;
Or if to me thou wilt not move,
Remove me, where I need not say, --
Drop from above.

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