Beyond the cherub’s bright abode,

Higher than angels’ thoughts can be!

How can I in those courts appear

Without a wedding garment on?

Conduct me, Thou life-giver, there,

Conduct me to thy glorious throne!

And clothe me with thy robes of light,

And lead me through sin’s darksome night.

Bowring, from the Russian.

All clothed with majesty and power,