My tongue - my throat- they are not strong enough,
And lack the fervent potency to sing
The praises of the sovereign Lord of Love,
Of Christ, the Savior, Master, Lord and King.
Mute flames of love, poured by your grace divine,
Infused into my lax and wavering soul,
Will free the spirit from its close confine
To spread its wings to reach you as its goal.
Your scepter, King of Kings, Lord Sovereign!
Be mankind’s oriflamme and beacon bright,
To guide all mankind through life’s tears and pain
Into your heaven of eternal light.