If only your charms were painted

If only your charms were painted,

And then the heathen prince found the portrait,

He would honor you with a great gift,

And would lay his crown in your hands.

All to the true faith would have to turn,

His whole kingdom, to its farthest reaches.

Throughout the land it would be announced

That each must become a Christian and love you.

At once all the heathen would convert

And become good Christians, and love you.