How lovely is the sound O'Lord.
I love you more than love's accord.
The limbs loaf among my leave,
my wind's wake warmly welcomes thee.
The faint has fallen on me finally,
to rise up and listen to heavenly speak.
Once earthly the flawless wings rested,
and she approached, beauty of all epitome.
The shine pressed my scars away,
and brought roses to veins of grey.
I grasped her given hand,
and abided in dark in light of rain.
Of redeeming my bare broken blood,
she lifted my veil, lovely in flood
and kissed my burning fray.
Taking all my rue, above away.
Memory has forever kept this day,
of reflection and faith scope,
on how to live the blessed way.
Above she reigns as the shadow's sway,
and my manage among men
changes and brings strength of O'my May.