DEATH and HEAVEN. In Five LYRICK ODES. ODE. I. The Spirit's Farewel to the Body after long Sickness

How am I held a prisoner now, Far from my GOD! This mortal chain Binds me to sorrow: All below Is short-liv'd ease or tiresome pain.

When shall that wond'rous hour appear, Which frees me from this dark abode, To live at large in regions, where Nor cloud nor veil shall hide my God?

Farewel this flesh, these fears, these eyes, These snares and fetters of the mind; My GOD, nor let this frame arise Till every dust be well refin'd.

JESUS, who mak'st our nature's whole, Mould me a body like thy own: Then shall it better serve my soul In works of praise and worlds unknown.