Slightly less than 2 weeks to the big day. Anne Cousin’s verses, which have nothing and yet everything to do with earthly marriage, have been repeating in my mind recently:
O I am my Beloved and my Beloved’s mine,
He brings a poor vile sinner into His house of wine,
I stand upon His merit — I know no other stand,
Not e’en when glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.The bride eyes not her garment but her dear Bridegroom’s face,
I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace;
Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land.
scrawlings & ramblings 