Classic Poem

God made thee mightily, my love,
He stretched His hands out of His rest
And lit the star of east and west
Brooding o'er darkness like a dove
God made thee mightily, my love.

God made thee patiently, my sweet,
Out of all stars He chose a star,
He made it red with sunset bar
And green with greeting for thy feet.
God made thee mightily, my sweet.