ROBERT HERR1CK
When the passing bell doth toll, And the Furies in a shoal Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me^
When the tapers now burn blue, And the comforters are few, And that number more than true, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the priest hib last hath pmy'd, And I nod to what is said, 'Cause my speech is now decay'd, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When, God knows, Pm tosb'd about Either with despair or doubt; Yet before the glass be out,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me T
When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine cars and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the Judgment is revcal'd, And that open'd which was scal'd, When to Thee I have appeaPd,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
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