And for Isaac not be won?

Ah, the Father loved and sought me -

Sent and claimed me for his Son.

Let the token on my forehead,

Let the bracelet on my hand,

Prove me now the chosen daughter

Of the Lord of all the land.

I will go; I would not tarry;

Object of that heart's delight!

He was unto death obedient;

I would walk with him in white.

Jewels, raiment, gifts, the servant

Brought for me from Isaac's hand:

Precious things, that else had never

Shone in any foreign land.

I shall see Him in His beauty --

He, Himself, His bride will meet;

I shall be with Him for ever --

In companionship complete.

Thoughts of Him are strength and gladness

What man comes there forth our way?

"'Tis my Master!" 'tis the Bridegroom:

Veiled -- the bride is caught away.

And the servant telleth Isaac

All the things that he had done:

And Rebekah reigns in Hebron --

Wife of the once offered One.