God's messenger, Theresa, Thou leav'st thy father's home To bring mankind to Jesus Or gain sweet martyrdom. But milder death awaits thee, And fonder pains are thine, God's blessed Angel wounds thee With fire of love divine. Sweet virgin, love's pure victim, So fire our souls with love, And lead thy trusting people Safe to the realms above. Give glory to the Father, The Spirit and the Son, One Trinity, one Godhead, While endless ages run.