You were so great before men
The idol we looked upon
Running a scale of one to ten
It was you we ended on
Moments when we cried for relief
And no one was there to listen to our yearn
You appeared to console our grief
And expected nothing in return
Your love was without conditions
The lamp set on the mountain high
That shines upon many nations
The one that brings the morning nigh
Now we groan with deep sigh
For you have taken death's right
And now you wipe our mournful cry
O' great Angel, why fall from this height?