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Category: Soul Keeping

Dry Soul

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…