Gently ~ hand of God doth rule the waves

tumbling¹ waves respond rolling to and fro.

But you and I will walk on sand no more，

we are going where other lovers go.

Gently ~ hand of God doth rule the land

mighty² mountain and the vale below

you and I will travel on the shore

safe and sound， where other lovers go.

The mystic breath of God controls the night

moonshine and the starlight's golden glow

but you and I are deep in love no more

we die ~ as Shakespeare's lovers died

long ago.

The whispering voice of God says  "Follow Me"

to a place above where the lilac grows

then you and I fall in love once more

sailing to a heaven where loving kindness flows.

Author： Joyce Hemsley