1Dear God from thy high Throne look down
2And lett my suff’rings haue their Crown
3I thee Implore
4Tho’ greif calcine
my Flesh to Dust 5Yett in thy Mercy still I Trust
6and thee Adore
7Should I to Tears dissolved
be 8Yett will I Still depend on thee
9for Evermore
10Or should I sigh away to Air
11Tho Rarify’d
, I’d not Despair 12but in thee trust
13Tho’ I to Atoms
am dispers’d, 14I in their dances
am unvers’d
, 15Yett Shall no Dust
16of my old Carcase E’re be lost
17tho’ in a thousand Figures
tost, 18for thou art Just.
19What Mortal can or dares to look
20Into thy Glorious Blessed Book
, 21Where written be
22of mee, poor wretched mee, each part
23E’en all my soul my thoughts My Heart.
25that I my Gracious God do love
26A thousand thoussand worlds above,