Till break the perfect light.
I take my chosen lord,
And plight him troth for Thee.
So find thy sovran word
Its handmaid still in me.
CHORUS.
All hail, blest pair, all hail!
As yet ye little know
What words that cannot fail
To after-times will show.
Till break the perfect light.
I take my chosen lord,
And plight him troth for Thee.
So find thy sovran word
Its handmaid still in me.
CHORUS.
All hail, blest pair, all hail!
As yet ye little know
What words that cannot fail
To after-times will show.