I hear the voice of zeal
I hear when you gulped the sun
I hear trumpets' call to heal
I hear the voice of your run
...
I know I shall surely baptise
I know my limb is weak
I know I shall be there with temperate love
I know they will sing hosannah for my day
...
Dressed in white collar
To the pinnacle
...knee down in minutes
And suffused in the faith
...
The Voice Of My Nightingale
I hear the voice of zeal
I hear when you gulped the sun
I hear trumpets' call to heal
I hear the voice of your run
You my Nightingale, my mystery call
You the ballast of my creativity
You the question from all
You the medal of my privity
The voice of my nightingale
The voice to heavensgate
The voice that ruin hell
The voice that root my fate
My nightingale, my benign beam
My nightingale, my unebbed stream.