The essentialness in my spirit
Is to indite the substance not
Embedded in me howbeit
To vouchsafe His unmerited favour

I am bosomed to this solace
Earlier than my nativity
His senses tasted me all the time
A True bond escorted by
The undeserved favour and faith

No pen parted with the intense
Emotion heretofore
The entirety of this sensitivity be
Established in Him who divorced his
Soul to compose this wicked as his
Bride arrayed in fine linen
In love and blood it is finished.

Mortals ne’er discover a theme
Of this degree, not on your life
Outside the range of all consciousness
This is the nub thou turn blind eye to

Yet in this embodiment I rest
In His favour, the unworthy donation
Far and wide it is the credence