My conscience will accuse me,
For they are many, yet despair
With doubts shall not confuse me;
I will remember, Lord, thy death,
And wounds, and words of thy last breath:
Yea, these will then sustain me.
8. Lord, of thy body I am part:
This membership doth cheer me,
’Mid woe and throes of death, my heart
Inseparate is near thee.