He gave me a voice like a ribbon
in the hair of Zion's daughter
streaming with rhythm

I awoke from my slumber secure
to find her
she was embracing me
under the Savior
there is nothing sweeter

Her voice is my melody
I am her chosen
and this rock has only love
no darkness
Oh how I my desire is for her
thus I am molded

Speaking of myself
unto this I folded
but Jesus gave me His peace
by which my testimony is His
not to be accepted by men
though also in Him my person is golden

Sing to me
my gatekeeper
Your countenance means everything
just as the light in you
that is my keter

In the procession
you are my surpassing love
having no lack
thank you so much
oh fair most dear

I am filled and made one
ask for His gift is sure
in our Conceiver

Walking as He did
through the corruption
we triumph in it

and our meditation on good, the better, and the best
this may be our anchor, substance, and loving rest
and so shall we overcome
not entertaining failure's unbelief
but knowing that it is the depths, heights, length, breadth, and exceedingly abundantly above
concerning our Promise
that we will be inheriting