Majestic King, for ever wise,
By Teresa of Avila (1515-82)
You melt my heart, which once was cold,
And when your beauty fills my eyes
It makes them young, which once were old.
Christ, my creator, hear my cry,
I am an yours, your can I hear,
My Savior, Lover, yours am I,
My heart to yours be ever near.
Whether in life or death's last hour,
If sickness, pain or health you give,
Or shame, or honor, weakness, power,
Thankful is the life I live.