Vārdi:
The Tree Throne Of Grace

swyth And see what God of his grace hes done Throu Christ to bring us to his throne My saull and life stand up and see Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree

be in the palm of Your hand Though rich or poor I may be Faith can see right through the circumstance Sees the forest in spite of the trees Your grace

I'm alone "I remember the glorious storms, the wrath of the heavens upon the shores. The erotic winds and their symphonies, resounding above the elegant trees

Creation brings an offering As autumn leaves turn to gold The trees bow down in highest praise Now made bare before Your throne The western sky an amber

I'm alone "I remember the glorious storms, the wrath of the heavens upon the shores. The erotic winds and their symphonies, resounding above the elegant trees

the palace orchard I espied... (Where swooning trees and moonless beams vied For the painted eye of the royal bride Whose gliding curves were deified) ...beyond Her grace

Father The cylce of endless deceit Forked tounges speak of rapture and beauty Not known nor pardoned Blissful malcontents, how dare they speak of the throne

in red Lies at the bottom of this ice cold lake Here it now dwells and ready for the stand Deep in the mountains where but unlight hangs The grace of

streams that I confide in Spring breeze greet the green leaves United with this dry wind Like diving into violets, gliding free, no one's an island She's a diamond tree