A tender stay for all who know
This weary way has none to go
The time is done and all your shame
Has been dissolved and all his blame
A tongue of red, a heart of old
With sweeter words and a bitter tone
You felled the start
The world I know
Your staggered mark on godly foe
Will seep away to the garden bed
And bear it's mark on a godly head
And cracks be laid
To a dry, dry ground
And waters save though none be found
And world may come to a broken end
By day or night my soul dear friend
Will keep away to grounds of white
His Holy light