In holy garb, with lamp aglow,

To meet the Bridegroom forth I go.

II

The smiles of earth that turn to tears,

Its empty joys and foolish fears

I leave, for Thou dost call—

Thou art my Life, my All;

I would Thy beauty ever see,

Then let me, Blessed, cling to Thee.

In holy garb, with lamp aglow,