1Droop not, my soul, nor hang the wing
, 2For thou shalt shortly hallelujahs
sing 3To our invisible eternal King.
4Rouse up, my soul, shake off these rags of clay
, 5And 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,
11Breathe
nothing forth but thanks and praise.