John Donne - Crucifying lyrics

By miracles exceeding power of man, He faith in some, envy in some begat, For, what weake spirits admire, ambitious hate: In both affections many to him ran, But Oh! the worst are most, they will and can, Alas, and do, unto the immaculate, Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate, Measuring selfe-life's infinity to a span, Nay to an inch. Loe, where condemned he Bears his own cross, with pain, yet by and by When it bears him, he must bear more and die; Now thou art lifted up, draw me to thee, And at thy d**h giving such liberal dole, Moist, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule.