My hope was written on sand,
 O my God, O my God;
Now let Thy judgment stand,--
 Yea, judge me now.
This contemned of a man,
 This marred one heedless day,
This heart take Thou to scan
 Both within and without:
Refine with fire its gold,
 Purge Thou its dross away,--
Yea, hold it in Thy hold,
 Whence none can pluck it out.
I take my heart in my hand,--
 I shall not die, but live,--
Before Thy face I stand;
 I, for Thou callest such:
The speaker once more reprises the opening line and takes her heart in her hand. But she is confident, because her heart is protected by God.
Twice