What shall I do for thee, my love?
What glory can I win?
What aim is there too high for me?
What strife to conquer in?
To thee, my love, whate’er befall,
I give my life, my soul, my all.
No joy, no pleasure shall I seek,
In which you have no share;
All pain and sorrow I shall keep
From you, and I shall care
For every hour in which you live,
As ’twere the last that God would give.
Your worshiper receive with joy.
My happy lips now seal,
So all my thought and words may be
For thee. Then I shall kneel,
And vow ’fore heaven my love is true,
And consecrate its life to you.