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.