Analysis of Come, come ! what do I here?

COME, come ! what do I here ?
           Since he is gone
Each day is grown a dozen year
           And each hour, one ;
               Come, come !
               Cut off the sum :
           By these soil'd tears !
               Which only Thou
                Know'st to be true,
           Days are my fears.
2.

There's not a wind can stir,
           Or beam pass by,
But straight I think, though far,
           Thy hand is nigh.
                Come, come !
                Strike these lips dumb :
           This restless breath,
                That soils Thy name,
                Will ne'er be tame
           Until in death.
3.

Perhaps some think a tomb
           No house of store,
But a dark and seal'd up womb,
           Which ne'er breeds more.
                 Come, come !
                 Such thoughts benumb :
           But I would be
                 With him I weep
                 Abed, and sleep,
           To wake in Thee.