You melt my heart, which once was cold,
And when your beauty fills my eyes,
It makes them young, which once were old.
Christ, my creator, hear my cry,
I am all yours, your call I hear,
My Savior, Lover, yours I am,
My heart to yours be ever near.
Whether in life or death’s last hour,
If sickness, pain, or health you give,
Or shame or honor, weakness, power,
Thankful is the life I live.
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