A Bridal Song
The voice that breathes o'er Eden,
That earliest marriage-day,
The turtle's voice is heard in heaven,
Telling the golden hours
Of endless peace and joy and love.
The evening-star, the morning-star,
Their beams on earth converge:
The fragrant bower, the murmuring stream,
The gorgeous hues of heaven,
The balmy breath of morn and even,
All that delights the eye or ear
Their joys to us impart:
But O, than all the sweetest joys
A heart at rest in Thee!
Thou art the only Paradise,
Thou art our heaven and rest,
O Lamb of God, the Spouse and Friend
Of every faithful breast!