Take thou this rose, this little tender rose,
the rarest flower in all God's garden fair,
and let it be, while yet its crimson glows,
an emblem of the love
I proudly bear.
Take thou this heart, the heart that loves thee well,
and let it flit.
Take thou this name before thy shrine my own.
Take thou my heart, follow your hero's tale.
God fashioned it for you, for you alone.
God fashioned it for you, for you alone.

God fashioned it for you, for you alone.