She enters, dressed,
In her Sabbath best,
And takes her place
In the House of the Blest.
And bowing her head
As she's seated there,
She breathes to God
This humble prayer:
"O Lord help him
My own true love
To speak the words
From Thy throne above,
Help him to bring
Thy message sweet
To those who come
With Thee to meet!"
And when he rises,
His sermon to give
Words by which
The lay people live,
He breaks to them
The Bread of Life
But first he smiles
Right at his wife!
