The Lamb’s Marriage

The marriage morn draws near,
The Bridegroom doth appear;
God’s Lamb―the Father’s Son,
Through death His Bride hath won―
She to His heart so dear,
Her royal robes doth wear;
And clothed in linen white,
Stands spotless in His sight!
Heaven’s anthems loudly ring,
“Let us be glad,” they sing,
Honor and praise they bring,
The Lamb His wife hath won:
And, round about the Throne,
The worshippers fall down;
‘Tis Jesus wears the crown;
And He is God’s own Son!