Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb;
 Open all my veins, that I may swim
 To Thee, my Saviour, in that crimson lake;
 Then place my parboil'd head upon a stake,
 Scatter my ashes, throw them in the air:
 Lord (since Thou know'st where all these atoms are)
 I'm hopeful once Thou'lt recollect my dust,
 And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.