Dear God, from Thy high throne look down,
2And let my suff’rings have their
3I thee implore.
calcine my flesh to
5Yet in Thy mercy still I trust
6And Thee adore.
7Should I to tears dissolvéd be
8Yet will I still
depend on Thee
10Or should I sigh away to air,
rarefied, I’d not despair
12But in Thee trust.
13Though I to
atoms am dispersed,
14I in their dances am
15Yet shall no dust
16Of my old carcass e’er be lost
17Though in a thousand
18For Thou art just.
19What mortal can or dares to look
20Into Thy glorious
21Where written be
22Of me, poor wretched me, each part,
23E’en all my soul, my thoughts, my heart.
24Thou plain may’st see
25That I my gracious God do love
26A thousand, thousand worlds above