It gives my hand the strength of ten;
It lends my heart a firmer beat,
To think in absence on my Sweet.
E'en now within her room she kneels
And wings to Heaven her dear appeals,
All lonely by the pale lamp's ray,
For one she loves that's far away.
But if my danger haunt thy breast,
Yet dry thy tears, and be at rest;
I stand in God's own armour clad,