Gently daughter I would name you
Promise-kissed brow
Child of the shepherd king
Zion awaits thy caress
A bridegroom well-prepared
Thy bosom to embrace
Thy tears not dried
But their fall, replaced
With joy's cascade, a loving touch
Soft-spoken words meant twice as much
As cries of woe, and echoed well
You would confess or time would tell
To give it up to hosts above
Redeemed by purest crimson blood
Hallowed by a sunlit veil
Brushed by winds of wonderment
The child within smiles, released
The morning's song
A soothing peace
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