1Dear
God, from Thy high throne look down, 2And let my suff’rings have their crown
: 3I Thee implore.
4Though grief calcine
my flesh to dust
5Yet in Thy mercy still I trust
6And Thee adore.
7Should I to tears dissolvéd be
8Yet will I still depend
on Thee 9Forevermore.
10Or should I sigh away to air,
11Though rarefied
, I’d not despair 12But in Thee trust.
13Though I to atoms
am dispersed, 14I in their dances am unversed
, 15Yet shall no dust
16Of my old carcass e’er be lost
17Though in a thousand figures
tossed, 18For Thou art just.
19What mortal can or dares to look
20Into Thy glorious blessed book
? 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