The lids he so seldom could close

Final two verses of "A Funeral Hymn” by the Revd. Mr C. Wesley, set to Music on the Death of the Right Honourable the Earl of Buchan, who died 1 December, 1767.
The lids he so seldom could close, / By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Seal’d up in a lengthy repose, / Have strangely forgotten to weep.
The fountains can yield no supplies, / These hollows from water are free.
The tears are all wip’d from these eyes, / And evil they never shall see.
To mourn and to suffer is mine, / While bound in a prison, I breathe;
And still for deliverance pine, / And press to the issues of death.
What now, with my tears I bedew, / O might I this moment become!
My spirit created anew, / My flesh consign’d to the tomb.