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 She whose glory

Ancient story

Shadowed faintly,

Bright and saintly

Opens here the Day of Grace.

To our dearest

Lie we nearest,

Besting by Him,

Singing nigh Him,

For the Nuptial comes apace:

The feast at whose beginning blend

The louder notes that trumpets send,

While gentler psalteries hail the end.

Ten thousand thousand choirs on high

The Bridegroom in one melody

Exalting, sing eternally

Alleluia: Amen.