And saw thee lovely as thou art,
Thou almost won his heathen heart.
When in the midnight's gloomy hour,
The Romish jailer saw thy power,
When thund'ring tones his ear did greet,
He trembling worshiped at thy feet.
When kneeling down beside the dead,
In sacred, solemn tones, thou said,
“Dorcas, in Jesus' name arise,”
And opened were the woman's eyes.