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!

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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.

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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!