Oh fair, and sweet and holy
Gebhardt von Alvensleben
Oh fair and sweet and holy,
As bud at morning tide
I gaze on thee, and yearnings,
Sad thro' my bosom glide.
I feel that fain I'd be laying,
My hand upon thy hair,
Praying that God, aye, would keep thee,
As holy, sweet, and fair,
As holy, sweet, and fair.