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At the Wedding March_

GOD with honour hang your head, Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed With lissome scions, sweet scions, Out of hallowed bodies bred.

Each be other's comfort kind: Deep, deeper than divined, Divine charity, dear charity, Fast you ever, fast bind.

Then let the March tread our ears: I to him turn with tears Who to wedlock, his wonder wedlock, Deals triumph and immortal years.