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.
More verses by Richard Crashaw
- Saint Mar Magdelene; Or, The Weeper
- Two Went Up Into The Temple To Pray
- Upon The Book And Picture Of The Seraphical Saint Teresa
- To The Name Above Every Name, The Name Of Jesus
- Verses From The Shepherds' Hymn