John Donne - "Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?" lyrics

Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste, I run to d**h, and d**h meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday; I dare not move my dim eyes any way, Despair behind, and d**h before doth cast Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste By sin in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh; Only thou art above, and when towards thee By thy leave I can look, I rise again; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me, That not one hour my self I can sustain; Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art, And thou like Adamant draw mine iron heart.