Men: Tell us, O women, we would know
Whither so fast ye move?
Women: We, callíd to leave the world below,
Are seeking one above.
Men: Whence came ye, say, and what the place
That ye are travíling from?
Choir: Friends of the bridegroom, we shall reign;
Saviour, we ask no more.
Hail, Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Whom heavín and earth adore.
Men: Is not your native country here?
Like you not this abode?
Women: We seek a better country far,
A city built by God.
Thither we travel, nor intend,
Short of that bliss, to rest.
Men: Nor we, ítill in the sinnerís friend
Our weary souls are blessíd.
Choir: Friends of the bridegroom Ö