“Behold, a Royal Bridegroom
Hath called me for His bridal
I joyfully make ready
And hasten to His side.
He is a Royal Bridegroom,
But I am very poor!
Of low estate He chose me
To show His love the more:
For He hath purchased for me
Such goodly, rich array, —
Oh, surely never bridegroom
Gave gifts like His away.
He sent His Guide to guide met
He knew how blind, how frail
The children of the valley: —
He knew my love would fail.
He knew the mists above me
Would hide Him from my sight.
And I, in darkness groping,
Would wander from the right.
I know that I must follow
Slow when I fain would soar:
That step by step thus upward,
My Guide must go before.”