In golden hours
For mated hearts upspringing;
We shall say: "Our lives are given,
Flower and fruit, to God in Heaven,
Who shall hold them evermore."
What word shall be, &c.

O victor Love!
Whose might doth move
My wearied footsteps hither,
Here grant me days
Of prayer and praise,
Grant faith that ne'er shall wither;
Love of each to either given,
Hallowed by the grace of Heaven,
God shall bless for evermore.
What word shall be, &c.

Avaunt Earth's weal!
Its bands are steel
To souls that yearn for Heaven;
Avaunt Earth's pride!
Deep Hell shall hide
Hearts that for fame have striven.
Far be lust of earthly pleasure,
Purity, our priceless treasure,
Christ shall grant us of His store.
What word shall be, &c.

Swift be thy feet,