On thy love my heart reposes

On thy love my heart reposes

Hear me draw my falt'ring breath --

Raise me, lest mine eyelid closes --

Lest I sleep the sleep of death.

Lest my haughty foes prevailing

Proudly boast, "we laid him low."

Lest the scorner hear my wailing,

And he triumphed in my woe.