Her Thoughts Are Sweet Glimpses Of Heaven, Her Life Is That Heaven Brought Down; Oh, Never To Mortal Was Given So Rare And Bejewelled A Crown! I'll Wear It As Saints Wear The Glory That Radiantly Clasps Them Above - Oh, Dower Most Fair! Oh, Diadem Rare! Bright Crown Of Her Maidenly Love. My Heart Is A Fane Of Devotion, My Feelings Are Converts At Prayer, And Every Thrill Of Emotion Makes Dearer The Crown I Would Wear. My Soul In Its Fulness Of Rapture Begins Its Millennial Reign, Life Glows Like A Sun, Love'S Zenith Is Won, And Joy Is Sole Monarch Again. My Noonday Of Life Is As Morning, God'S Light Streams Approvingly Down; Uncovered, I Wait Her Adorning, She Comes With The Beautiful Crown! I'll Wear It As Saints Wear The Glory That Radiantly Clasps Them Above - Oh, Dower Most Fair! Oh, Diadem Rare! Bright Crown Of Her Maidenly Love.