Hold tender
In thine hand
Mine heart
And gaze upon
Mine eyes
That appear innocent
But yet are wise
And know ye
That when thou
Utters words to me
I shall believe
Whole heartily
Those precious words
You Speak
I shall gather
Thine spoken prose
That sing my heart's delight
I shall tend
Your proclamations
Of Love
And guard them
With fierce might
I shall sing
Up to heaven
Of your heart
That is true
I shall pledge
My Love to Thee
With Mine own
Heart
That is true