caught in their moon,
my lips cry for thy evermore.
So wounded is my soul,
she craves thy every holy drops.
Jesus, come and steal her waiting sigh,
with love's own mercy answer her calls.
caught in their moon,
my lips cry for thy evermore.
So wounded is my soul,
she craves thy every holy drops.
Jesus, come and steal her waiting sigh,
with love's own mercy answer her calls.