Bridal Song

Dearest lady, loved of all,
Gifts undying, rich and true
O'er thy paih kind Heaven let fall,
More than fading flowers we strew

Since thou hast not sought thine own.
Wants of others sweet supplied,
Our Great feather's care is shown.
Making thee a happy bride.

Take her, Bridegroom, shield her well,
Treasure of ours resigned to thee ;
On you both Christ's blessing dwell
Now and through Eternity !

If some fleeting shade o'erwing
Life's fair sward of smooth green gold,
Startle not, but closer cling —
Lo, He smiles behind the fold.