Martha

Ah, so pure, ah, so bright
Burst her beauty on my sight
Oh, so mild, oh, so divine
She beguiled this heart of mine

Ere I saw her sweet face
In my heart there was no trace
Of that love from above
That in sorrow now I face
But alas, thou art gone
And in grief, I mourn alone

None so rare, none so fair
Here in my pure heart none to compare
Ah, so mild, ah, so divine
She beguiled this heart of mine

Martha, Martha, I implore thee
Lead me not to deep and dark despair
Never leave me nor deceive me
Come and share thy boon with me

Oh, come and share thy boon, yes, with me
Never leave me nor deceive me
Come and share thy boon with me