John Donne - Thou hast made me, and shall thy worke decay? (Holy Sonnet I) lyrics

Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay? Repaire me now, for now mine end doth haste, I runne to d**h, and d**h meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday; I dare not move my dimme eyes any way, Despaire behind, and d**h before doth cast Such terrour, and my feeble flesh doth waste By sinne in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh; Onely thou art above, and when towards thee By thy leave I can looke, I rise againe; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me, That not one houre my selfe I can sustaine; Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art, And thou like Adamant draw mine iron heart.