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THE PRAYER OF OLD AGE by GEORGE WITHER

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First Line: AS THIS MY CARNAL ROBE GROWS OLD
Last Line: WHICH WILL ABIDE FOR EVERMORE.
As this my carnal robe grows old,
Soil'd, rent, and worn by length of years,
Let me on that by faith lay hold
Which man in life immortal wears:
So sanctify my days behind,
So let manners by refined
That when my soul and flesh must part,
There lurk no terrors in my heart.

So shall my rest be safe and sweet
When I am lodged in my grave;
And when my soul and body meet,
A joyful meeting they shall have;
Their essence then shall be divine,
This muddy flesh shall starlike shine,
And God shall that fresh youth restore
Which will abide for evermore.




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