PAIN, Philip


Meditation 56

The time will be, when we shall be no more:

Where will our World be then? 'Twill be no more.

Where will our Comforts be? They'll be no more.

Where will our Friends be then? They'll be no more.

Lord, grant me then thy grace, lest that no more,

Do seize upon me, and I be no more.

No More! O solemn sound: this night I may

Be struck by Death, and never see the day.