Now bring ye forth the Chariot of the God!

Bring him abroad,

That through the swarming City he may ride;

And by his side

Place ye the Maid of more than mortal grace,

The Maid of perfect form and heavenly face!

Set her aloft in triumph, like a bride

Upon the bridal car,

And spread the joyful tidings wide and far, . .

Spread it with trump and voice

That all may hear, and all who hear rejoice, . .

The Mighty One hath found his mate! the God

Will ride abroad!

To-night will he go forth from his abode!

Ye myriads who adore him,

Prepare the way before him!