Страница Sam Salas

Thou hast made me, shall your work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste, I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday. I dare not move my dim eyes any way, Despair behind, and death before doth cast Such terror, and my feeble flesh does waste By sin in it, which it toward hell doth weigh. Only thou art above, and when towards thee By thy leave I can look, I RISE AGAIN; But our old subtle foe so tempts me That not one hour myself i can sustain. Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art, And you like adamant draw my iron heart.

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