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.