O Royal Bride, Give Heed

O roy­al bride

give heed

And to my words at­tend;

For Christ the King for­sake the world

And ev­ery for­mer friend.

Thy beau­ty and thy grace

Shall then de­light the King;

He on­ly is thy right­ful Lord

To Him thy wor­ship bring.

To thee

since thou art His

Great ho­nor shall be shown;

The rich shall bring their gifts to thee

Thy glo­ry they shall own.

Enthroned in roy­al state

All glo­ri­ous thou shalt dwell

With gar­ments fair

in­wrought with gold;

The Church He lov­eth well.

And they that hon­or thee

Shall in thy train at­tend

And to the pal­ace of the King

Shall joy­ful­ly as­cend.

O King of roy­al race

Thy sons of heav­en­ly birth

Thou wilt en­dow with king­ly gifts

As princ­es in the earth.

Thy name shall be pro­claimed

Through all suc­ceed­ing days

And all the na­tions of the earth

Shall give Thee end­less praise.