He comes to me quite unknown,

Calls me hither and says “Come”. Now a Lion,

then a Lamb seated on His throne, I salute Him.

He has a book, a Holy Script, those of His own in Spirit

wrote sacred stories of this King.

No other love can exceed the kind of love He has for me;

my sin and sorrow, my malaise, He takes away.

Unending life now and in His Land where I shall be

and while I live on this land, I sigh with wonder,

that He is mine and I am His.