If in this flesh

If in this flesh where thou indrenched dost lie

Poor soul, thou canst rear up,

Thou canst rear up thy limed wings,

Carry my thoughts up to the sacred sky,

Up to the sacred sky,

And wash them in those heavenly hallowed springs,

Where joy and Requiem, and Requiem

The holy Angels sings

Whilst all heaven's vault, whilst all heaven's vault

With blessed, blessed Echoes rings.

Awaked with this harmony divine,

Oh, how my soul mounts up her throned head,

And 'gins again with native glory shine,

With native glory shine,

Wash with repentance then thy days misled.

Then joys with Requiem with Requiem

Mayst thou with Angels sing,

Whilst all heaven's vault, whilst all heaven's vault

With blessed Echoes rings.