Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
Talking over the things which you have read with your companions fixes them on the mind.
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven.