Preparation for Death, 29

In mercy infinite,
Who hear'st the sinner's prayer,
A little longer, yet
A little longer spare
Thy work, originally good,
Thy fallen creature — bought with blood.
My soul in life detain,
Saviour and Lord of all,
Till, made like Thee again,
Recover'd from my fall,
Thy long-lost favour I retrieve,
And sinless in Thine image live.
Thou hast in patient love
Reserved me to this day,
That I the power may prove
Which takes my sins away,
Which bids my soul depart in peace,
In joy, and finish'd holiness.
Bid then my new-born soul
After Thy likeness rise,
The faith that makes me whole
That clears and sanctifies,
To a poor ransom'd worm impart,
With all Thou hast, and all Thou art.