fire is the color of my true love's hair

near to the father sits his golden chair

by prayer and petition to the king on his left

light is the burden that i bear

o so enchanting are these

lovely chains that bind you

'neath their deadly weight

the lord's eye did find you

with fear and tremblin'

before the one with your wounds

your eyes as empty as my savior tomb

warm is the breath of his holy spirit

he who has ears to hear let 'm hear it

torn were the hands of the worthy lamb

may you know his name and fear it

there you are hangin' by the golden rope

there you lie no hope