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Bid me to
live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid
me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as
sound and free,
As in the whole world thou canst
find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
Bid that
heart stay, and it will stay,
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it languish quite away,
And 't shall do so for
thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I
have eyes to see;
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and
I'll despair
Under that cypress-tree;
Or bid me
die, and I will dare
E'en death to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very
eyes of me;
And hast command of every part
To live
and die for thee.
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