All souls that pray to Heaven in distress
Appeal to that realm's King to banish pain
For pity, peace and mercy and for bless
Find in love of him end of disdain
That hippy Lord, the shepherd boy divine
The sacred heart of Mary in thy chest
Is there beauty commensurate to thine
In all the world? I make of thee my nest
My rock, my passion, inspiration too
My muse, my altar, prophet love the child
Who tender in their sleep protect by you
With golden gentle aura ever mild
Angels song for thee exalts thy heart
Beget their alms of praise to honour thee
When on black day on hell's hill you depart
Hung upon a cross of misery
The masses weep in sorrow cry for days
Time condemns the crowd of braying brutes
Believe not thee but lies Barabus says
See Pontius Pilot in wicked cahoots
But thy compassion vindicates thy name
Jesus Christ the muse of divine souls
Indulge the joy of you without sin, shame
Your suffering? Their righteousness appalled
Let all the world all time praise thy sweet dreams
Of paradise for virtuous and kind
Who live as single heart one with no seam
And dwell in love: activity refined