When first upon the mountains,
I, in the vale below,
Beheld Him waiting for me,
Heard His command to go,
I, poorest in the valley,
Oh, how could I prepare
To meet His royal presence?
How could I make me fair?
Ah! in His love He sent me
A garment clean and white:
And promised broidered raiment
All glorious in His sight.
And then He gave me glimpses
Of the jewels for my hair,
And the ornament most precious
For His chosen bride to wear.