Sacred chorus.

An injust to my soul
a thought by eye, the heavens above me, an outward cry; fair Lillies white, and purple flair
To behold my heart
Beside with care,

Thou angels wake and angels sleep, with dreams by count, and not too keep

But place each star in the darkness there, to light the way from horrors lair

With tender song and patient ears, their eyes of blue may shed more tears

Thou thy heart a warmer glow, in hopes of freedom, flowers sow

A fairer garden by the lake, with richer Daisies
A  golden flake

With green Reeds , Willows and winding roads, sacred chorus
The croaking toad's

The stories of love and endless light, keep 
darkness at bay, a watchful night

with glory and praise
The days arrive
And long the spirit
It dwells alive.