How do I spin my time away
In caring how to get
Ungodly wealth, and fret
My self to sweat,
As if thou, Lord, hadst meant this clay
No after life, no reckoning day….
Quicken my dull-drooping spirit
That it may praise thy name,
Cleanse it from sin and blame,
Take from it shame.
Grant that by my Saviour’s merit
Eternity it may inherit.
Let it not grovelling lie pressed down
With earth, but mount and gain
An everlasting reign;
Let it retain
No dross, and when it shall have thrown
Its cover off, grant it a crown.
Henry Colman, Divine Meditations, 1640.