Decomposition II

Don't leave me here to rot and mold,
Where winter turns the heat to cold,
Where germ absolves my flesh of pain.
I lived for Christ, and this my gain:
Now raise me from this casket high,
To bid the grave e'remore goodbye,
Undo decomposition deep,
To wake this slumberer from his sleep.
Like Adam, breathe your breath, O God,
And set my feet upon the sod
To walk in New Earth's pure terrain:
I lived for Christ, new life to gain.