royal bridal ode.
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O, Queen beloved! girt round with golden chains,
The golden chains our loyal hearts have wove,
Thy power is built on that which never wanes—
That glorious power—a freeborn nation's love.
The golden chains our loyal hearts have wove,
Thy power is built on that which never wanes—
That glorious power—a freeborn nation's love.
With thine the nation's prayers ascend to-day
To the great Lord of Lords—the King of Kings—
Praying that He may guard thee day by day,
And keep thee 'neath the shadow of His wings.
To the great Lord of Lords—the King of Kings—
Praying that He may guard thee day by day,
And keep thee 'neath the shadow of His wings.
And when at last He calls thee to resign
This kingdom thou hast loved and called thy own,
God grant a fairer kingdom may be thine—
A seat with Him upon the Great White Throne.
This kingdom thou hast loved and called thy own,
God grant a fairer kingdom may be thine—
A seat with Him upon the Great White Throne.
Royal Bridal Ode.
I.
Shine, O sun, in all thy splendour,
Lend the brightness of thy rays
To enrich the scene of grandeur,
To enhance this day of days.
Come in glorious effulgence,
Scatter every cloud aside;
Come as sign of Heaven's indulgence,
Beam on bridegroom and on bride.
Shine, O sun, in all thy splendour,
Lend the brightness of thy rays
To enrich the scene of grandeur,
To enhance this day of days.
Come in glorious effulgence,
Scatter every cloud aside;
Come as sign of Heaven's indulgence,
Beam on bridegroom and on bride.
