THE MARRIAGE SUPPER OF THE LAMB
1. The blessed
moment has a last arrived:
The marriage supper
of the Lamb and Bride.
All overcomers take
their place,
Caught up to heav'n
in ceaseless praise!
All hidden tears
are wiped away,
And secret scars no
longer stay.
The righteous acts
of saints in grand display:
Fine linen brightly
shines in full array,
With precious
ointment well applied,
The Spirit's
master-work: the Bride!
2. Rejoicing o'er
the marriage feast, I sing.
I'm blessed
forever! Let His praises ring!
His grace I tasted
once in part:
Much corn and new
wine filled my heart.
Tho' rough the
journey of the cross,
Yet fatness dropped
along my course.
Now raptured to
resplendent courts divine,
Immersed in glory
naught can e'er outshine,
Then do I know: my
loss and pain
Has won for me this
blessed gain.
3. Feasting with
Him, His radiance I behold.
My face reflects
His glory e'er untold.
In union sweet, my
Lord does raise
My heart to awe and
soul to praise!
Each painful blow
portioned to me
Now is a precious
memory.
The loving gift
presented to the Bride
Is the dear
Savior's scars - there's none beside.
Henceforward, men
with God shall reign
Through endless
days, in new domain!
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