On Himself, upon Hearing What was his Sentence

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