Father, in Thy pre­sence now,
Has been pledged the nup­ti­al vow;
Heart to heart, as hand in hand,
Bride and groom, Thy child­ren stand.

God of love! this un­ion bless,
Not with earth’s low hap­pi­ness;
But with joys whose hea­ven­ly spring
Shall di­vin­er rap­tures bring.

May these blend­ed souls be found
Firm in du­ty’s ac­tive round;
Daily ev­ery bur­den share,
Nightly seek Thy sha­dow­ing care.

When against their trem­bling forms
Shoot the ar­rows of life’s storms;
Or when age and sick­ness wait
Heralds at life’s part­ing gate—

In the full­ness of be­lief,
May they look be­yond the grief;
And to­ge­ther fear­less tread
In the path where Thou shalt lead.