These Houres, and that which hovers o’re my End,
Into thy Hands, and Hart, Lord, I commend.
Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine
In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine.
That as I dedicate my devoutest Breath
To make a kind of Life for my Lord’s Death,
So from his living, and life-giving Death,
My dying Life may draw a new, and never fleeting Breath.
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