Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.