I Die Alive
O life what lets thee from a quicke decease?
O death what drawes thee from a present pray?
My feast is done, my soule would be at ease,
My grace is said, O death come take away.
I live, but such a life as ever dies,
I die but such a death, as never ends,
My death to end my dying life denies,
And life my living death no whit amends.
Thus still I die, yet still I do revive,
My living death by dying life is fedd:
Grace more then nature keepes my hart alive,
Whose Idle hopes and vaine desires are dead.
Not where I breath, but where I love I live,
Not where I love, but where I am I die:
The life I wish, must future glory give,
The deathes I feele, in present dangers lie.