This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

Say, Heavenly Pow'rs, Where Shall We Find Such Love? Which Of Ye Will Be Mortal To Redeem Man's Mortal Crime, And Just Th' Unjust To Save.

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.

Should God Create Another Eve, And I Another Rib Afford, Yet Loss Of Thee Would Never From My Heart; No No, I Feel The Link Of Nature Draw Me: Flesh Of Flesh, Bone Of My Bone Thou Art, And From Thy State Mine Never Shall Be Parted, Bliss Or Woe.