1Droop not, my soul, nor
hang the wing,
2For thou shalt shortly
3To our invisible eternal King.
4Rouse up, my soul, shake off these rags of
thorough all the
suns and worlds make way
6To everlasting life and day.
7But stay, my soul: thou cans’t not go,
8Thy Great Creator, He says, “no,”
9For thou must praise Him longer here below.
10Then let me here, my few and evil days,
Breathe nothing forth but thanks and praise.