When in his Heart I put my faith,
And nested in his golden wraith,
I wakened was to my reward,
His Love, it's luck to be adored,
His passion strong, it wield the fire,
Burnished with colours of desire,
When to him my Heart did cry,
He did not his Love deny,
He nurtured me through my distress,
With mercy, pity, peace and bless,
I fix my hope upon his face,
Welcome him to my dwelling place,
Blessed by his grace, I am thankful to God,
For he lift me up when I downtrod,
Tis a pleasant thing, to be held in his Heart,
I will we never be apart.