How beautiful are thy wings O Jesus, Lady of Alba O Lord, may still our billows stay Give them it right here, O Lord, in feast or morn it would O Lord, may I not adore Thee for I have loved Thine own O Lord, may I not adore Thee for I have loved Thine own Forgive me all my sins, and take me into Thy bosom Give me a heart, a little soul, a will that is pure Give me a heart, a little soul, a will that is pure Give me a heart, a little soul, a will that is pure Ah, ah How beautiful are thy wings O Jesus, Lady of Alba O Lord, may still our billows stay Give them it right here, O Lord, in feast or morn it would O Lord, may I not adore Thee for I have loved Thine own Ah, ah O Jesus, Saviour *
