Take me to heaven, take me to heaven, O Lord!
For me to die, for me to die, would be better by far,
would be better by far, to be with you,
to be with you!
Take me to heaven…
Only one thing I seek from you, only this I ask of you:
never to doubt your love,
never to doubt your love,
to be with you, to be with you!
Take me to heaven…
Oh how good, Oh how sweet,
has been your love for me!
Has been your love for me!
Oh how good, Oh how sweet!
Take me to heaven…

O Lord, help me, O Lord!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt you!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt your love!
The gift of your grace
has left my heart in blossom
with longings for love,
with longings for love;
I can do no more than suffer
and spend my life in sighs.
And in this flame of your love, this dark flame,
in this veil, that wraps my soul and stifles it,
I feel that my heart is displaced,
opening, pouring out,
like water flowing through your garden.
O Lord, help me, O Lord!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt you!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt your love!
And in this flame…