Verse 1
A maid cannot forget her dress,
A bride her ornaments forego,
Yet must we, Lord, with shame confess,
Vainest of all thy works below,
Call’d by thy name, thy people we
Have all our lives forgotten thee!
Verse 2
O might we put thine image on,
That robe of spotless love receive!
Cloath’d with the Spirit of thy Son
We could not then our Father leave,
Nor couldst thou from our mind depart,
Forever dwelling in our heart.