Daughter Of The King Songtext

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She is all, she is more than I need,
For more than her no man could ever plead.
Gentle sa the soft rains of the fall God has not created
In all his wisdom a spirit more beautiful.
The sweet breeze of her Whisper brakes my shell, brakes me,
In the sound of her beating heart I am lost will always be.
These words so dry; and my heart is all that I can give.
Everything I have can not pay what to her I owe.
Your daughter o God, I tremble with fear,
How can I keep the one you hold so dear?
This treasure of love how can I receive?
The trust you have given I can not believe.
For her I'll bleed, for her I'll die,
Trade my life without the wink of an eye.
So this much you love me, you trust me this much.
You let me hold in my arms this beauty
That I merely dare to touch.
So Almighty God lord of all land,
Down on my kness I ask for her hand.