Verse 1
As in the watry glass
Face corresponds to face,
The heart of man to man
In pleasure and in pain
With strictest sympathy agrees,
And feels the same infirmities.
Verse 2
Ev’n saints by grace renew’d
Dread to be counted good,
Confess their own desert
When God hath cleans’d their heart,
When all his image they regain,
They rank themselves with sinful men.