Mine heart-it loveth,
Mine heart-thou hateth,
Mine heart yet a lover,
Coz’love endureth forever.

Rolled down mine heart,
Past many a thorny dart,
Past boulders and stories,
Past trees over grown,
But nothing to it groaned,
Coz’love endureth forever.

My master’s hand’s that giveth me
But my heart it is that loveth thee
Tenfold that thy hands on mine
Yet my heart remaineth fine.
It floweth with glee as a river,
Coz’love endureth forever.

Maketh me guilty and sad,
When thy I have hurt.
Maketh me happy and glad,
When repentance I have sought.
My stones it beareth,
Coz’love endureth forever.