Hymn CLXXVII. Common Metre. Marriage

Mysterious rite! by heaven ordain'd This sacred truth to prove, The bliss which mortals here enjoy Must flow from virtuous love.

Though made by God's almighty hand And in his image form'd; Yet Adam knew no happiness Till love his bosom warm'd.

Eden with all its beauteous groves And fruits of richest taste, To one for social bliss design'd Was but a lonely waste.

But when his lovely bride appear'd In native graces drest, The latent spark burst into flame And love inspir'd his breast.

What wise provision hast thou made, Great parent of mankind, That all thine offspring may enjoy The bliss for them design'd!

Then will we join our hearts and hands In bonds of virtuous love; And whilst we live in peace below, Prepare for bliss above.