* Bind my wandering heart to thee *

" Myself in thee ""

# Camp Hope, Camp Hope, we sing to thee #

Beseech thee za još tame.

*** Yet I must speak to thee ***

Oh, what could ail thee, knight at arms, alone and palely loitering?

# It"s not very pretty, I tell thee Walking through town is quite scary

# In the north far to thee

I vow to thee, my country

"From hell"s heart I stab at thee!"

I love thee, Lord Jesus

I ask thee to stay

Cyn-thee-a!

"thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing,