Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb; br Open all my veins, that I may swim br To Thee, my Saviour, in that crimson lake; br Then place my parboil'd head upon a stake, br Scatter my ashes, throw them in the air: br Lord (since Thou know'st where all these atoms are) br I'm hopeful once Thou'lt recollect my dust, br And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.