Take thou this rose
This little tender rose
The rarest flower
In all God's garden fair

And let it be
While yet its crimson glows
An emblem of the love
I proudly, proudly bear

Take thou this heart
The heart that loves thee well
And let it flame
Before thy shrine, my own

Take thou my heart
For oh, your dear eyes tell
God fashioned it for you
For you alone

God fashioned it for you
For you alone
