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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.