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When I am dead unto myself, and let, / O Father, thee live on in me, / Contented to do nought but pay my debt, / And leave the house to thee,
Then shall I be thy ransomed -- from the cark / Of living, from the strain for breath, / From tossing in my coffin strait and dark, / At hourly strife with death!
Have mercy! in my coffin! and awake!
A buried temple of the Lord!
Grow, Temple, grow! Heart, from thy cerements break!
Stream out, O living Sword!
When I am with thee as thou art with me, / Life will be self-forgetting power; / Love, ever conscious, buoyant, clear, and free, / Will flame in darkest hour.
Where now I sit alone, unmoving, calm, / With windows open to thy wind, / Shall I not know thee in the radiant psalm / Soaring from heart and mind?
The body of this death will melt away, / And I shall know as I am known; / Know thee my father, every hour and day, / As thou know'st me thine own!