MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
149
She whose glory
Ancient story
Shadowed faintly,
Bright and saintly
Opens here the Day of Grace.
To our dearest[1]
Lie we nearest,
Besting by Him,
Singing nigh Him,
For the Nuptial comes apace:
The feast at whose beginning blend
The louder notes that trumpets send,[2]
While gentler psalteries hail the end.
Ten thousand thousand choirs on high
The Bridegroom in one melody
Exalting, sing eternally
Alleluia: Amen.
