These houres, and that which hovers o?re my End, 
Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend. 
 
Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine 
In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine. 
 
That as I dedicate my devoutest Breath 
To make a kind of Life for my lord?s Death, 
 
So from his living, and life-giving Death, 
My dying Life may draw a new, and never fleeting Breath.