1Dear God, vouchsafe from Thy high throne
2To see my tears, and hear my moan;
3For I, in heaven and earth, have none
4To pity me
5In my dejected sad
6Wherein I’m thrown by adverse fate,
7And hope in none till my last date
8But only Thee.
9O then be pleased my
dust to raise,
10To sing thy everlasting praise
11In those celestial unknown
12With life and love.
13Then shall I leave these
Obliviating past annoys,
involved in endless joys
16With Thee above.