The sword has become everything like the Black King

Piercing the heart with love for all His Word can bring

Dividing joint and marrow to slake deep sorrow

A comfort not lost either this day or on the morrow

Delving deep into its beauteous depths

The strong love is adamant and full of lengths 

That she will go to access the holy writ

That teaches her the way to the path of it

Guiding and directing all her length long days

And filling all with the joy and sorrow of holy lays

Do not give up the faith to understand and know

All that it offers to us here in the depths below

Come joyful heart and imbibe the wisdom and strength

That conquers all and give love as the pinnacle of length

That teaches and confides in love so supreme

That in the oceans wideness is given all seen.