^{23 Ref} Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

^{24 Ref} With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.

^{25 Ref} That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.

^{26 Ref} And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:

^{27 Ref} Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.