To Thee, O Fa­ther, throned on high
Our mar­riage hymn we du­ly sing;
Knit Thou the sac­red bond we tie,
And do Thou bless the wed­ding ring.
Thy love, at first, in Par­adise,
It was that made one flesh of twin;
Work Thou, while here our pray­ers arise,
That sac­red mys­te­ry again.

To Thee, O Je­sus, throned be­side
Thy Fa­ther’s right hand, here we cry;
True Bride­groom of Thy spot­less bride,
With all Thy hu­man love, draw nigh.
Our hu­man na­ture, Thy di­vine
Has wed­ded, and in Thee, dear Lord,
As Ca­na’s wa­ter turned to wine,
Its lost god­like­ness is re­stored.

O Ho­ly Ghost, the Pa­ra­clete,
Thee too we wor­ship, God and Lord,
And hon­or Thee, with prais­es meet,
One with the Fa­ther and the Word,
Lord and Life-giv­er, hear our pray­er,
Come, sanc­ti­fy and bless, and guide,
Strengthen, and shel­ter ’neath Thy care,
The life of bride­groom and bride.

O God tri­une, whom Hea­ven’s host
Adores, with sweet and cease­less song;
O Fa­ther, Son and Ho­ly Ghost,
To whom all wor­ship doth be­long;
Hear, in these ech­oes faint and dim,
Of chant and pray­er and ho­ly psalm,
Their songs, the hea­ven­ly feast who hymn,
The mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb.