Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions

Since I am coming to that holy room Where with Thy Choir of Saints for evermore I shall be made Thy music as I come I tune my instrument here at the door And what I must do then think here before. . Since my Physicians by their loves are grown Cosmographers; and I their map who lie Flat on this bed. So in His purple wrapt receive my Lord! By these His thorns give me His other Crown And as to other souls I preach''d Thy word Be this my text my sermon to mine own ''That He may raise; therefore the Lord throws down.''