Droop not my soul nor hang the wing
For thou shalt shortly hallelujahs sing
To our invisible, eternal King.
Rouse up, my soul, shake off these rags of clay,
And thorough all the suns and worlds make way
To everlasting life and day.
But stay my soul, thou canst not go;
Thy great Creator He says, “No”,
For thou must praise Him longer here below.
Then let me here my few and evil days
Breathe nothing forth but thanks and praise.