This craving desire that groweth in me,
Has opened the eye of my mind as to see
The chance of my daughterly duties abound
Shall serve so a well-kept privilege I found.
To none other than my eternal Father,
Shall this humble heart's moil belong rather.
To sing of His Mightiness ever to sound,
His kindness and love that has seen not a bound,
His power, divinity, ever so great,
That changeth, by trust, all of our so called "fate"
His handsomeness more than the purest damask,
Belief in Him whcih maketh easy a task.
For this boutneous Being I now do live for,
And so shall I live for, for evermore!