Moist with one drop (resurrection)

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 day.