'Tis music to my ear: Fain would I sound it out so loud That heaven and earth should hear! Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, My transport, and my trust: Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. All my capacious powers can wish In Thee most richly meet: Nor to my eyes is life so dear Nor friendship half so sweet. I'll speak the honours of Thy name With my last labouring breath: Then speechless clasp Thee in my arms -- The antidote of death. |