Elect am I and with thine own sign sealed,
Washed white and pure in blood of Christ thy Son.
And yet, and yet—Ah, God, that dream last night!
When I had prayed before Thy blessed shrine,
And sought to rest a while before the light
Should call me to new services of Thine.
Then as I slept it seemed I was with Thee
In Heaven, and I looked down into Hell,
That I the cursed souls in pain might see
And be more glad that I had served Thee well.