His Bride

Verse 1

When Christ beheld, in sinful night, His bride, deceived, enslaved and lost; Compassion brought a saving light, And paid the ransom's awful cost. Oh, bride, he gave his life for thee, His blood thy cleansing hath secured. Let holiness thy garments be; Thy pure heart never be allured.

Verse 2

Thy plighted faith to him, thy Lord, Thy bridal veil doth ever show. Thy husband, he; thy law his word; None other law or service know. Thy modest ways are his delight; By humble graces art thou known. An heir of glory, this thy right, To share with Christ a royal throne.

Verse 3

Exalted by such heav'nly grace, The church in patience doth abide, And waits to see his glorious face When Christ shall come to own his bride. O wondrous love! yet all for me. My love in him will I confide. My heart is longing, Christ, for thee; Where thou art, there would I abide.