The Treasury Of Sacred Song

By Francis Turner Palgrave

XCI DEATH

Thou bidst me come away,

And I'll no longer stay,

Than for to shed some tears

For faults of former years;

And to repent some crimes,

Done in the present times:

And next, to take a bit

Of Bread, and Wine with it:

To d'on [94] my robes of love,

Fit for the place above;

To gird my loins about

With charity throughout;

And so to travel hence

With feet of innocence: --

These done, I'll only cry

'GOD mercy'; and so die.