I've been thinking on my wandering,
on the way home from your house,
that I love you, and why i do,
and if there'll ever be someone else,
Your young and your stable,
stand up to your labour,
Your young and your able,
but your need you a saviour,
oh you need you a saviour.
Young believers,
come and see her,
she has pushed him,
to the ground,
though with one hand,
he could break her,
with one hand split her in two.