Even down to hell's dark door,
To the heav'nly choir doth soar.
He 'fore whom the world shall flee,
In my spirit comforts me,
With His high and mighty hand,
Tears me from the hellish band.
With the love to me He shows,
Swells my heart and overflows,
And my blood with rapture glows.
Did I e'er 'neath sorrow bend?