How oft thy stiff-neck'd self-will hath
To bitter need reduc'd thee!
When heart and mind deluded, death
To take for life, seduc'd thee!
And had the Lord thy work and deed
Along the path allow'd proceed
That thou thyself had'st taken,
Lost wert thou and forsaken.
He who to us love endless feels,
When self-involv'd, then frees us,