fire is the color of my true love's hair  near to the father sits his golden chair  by prayer and petition to the king on his left  light is the burden that i bear  o so enchanting are these  lovely chains that bind you  'neath their deadly weight  the lord's eye did find you  with fear and tremblin'  before the one with your wounds  your eyes as empty as my savior tomb  warm is the breath of his holy spirit  he who has ears to hear let 'm hear it  torn were the hands of the worthy lamb  may you know his name and fear it  there you are hangin' by the golden rope  there you lie no hope