What are the praises
Left in light phrases
What are the joys
shyly and so coy
She talks but not of me
As I do pray to Thee

How I speak to God of her
As her spirit doth stir
My soul into a dazzle
I'm in love, such frazzle
She talks, but not of me
As I do pray to Thee

In church on Sunday morn
Seems the light was born
She came and sat by my soul
As if now time yields the gold
She whispered my name
On my knees so lame

As I prayed ten thousand prayers
I turned and said ten thousand cares
How I'd like to be your only love
As I sought this angel far above!
Then she touched my soul with love
Like a winged angel from God above