1 

The Lord is longing for His Bride,

   All glorious within.

His heart will then be satisfied

   When she is fit for Him.

 2 

'Tis by the Word the church is made

   Holy and pure as He;

All spots and wrinkles it removes

   That she His Bride may be.

 3 

We must redeem these golden days,

   Eating the Word in prayer,

Amening every line and phrase,

   And thus for Him prepare.

 4 

Oh, how the Word doth penetrate,

   Spirit and soul divide,

Revealing every hidden weight

   For us to lay aside.

 5 

Lord, how we thank Thee for Thy Word,

   Living and operative.

Oh, for Thy coming, we are stirred

   Ever by it to live!

 6 

Lord, make us those who bring Thee back,

   Who satisfy Thy heart.

Now by Thy Word supply our lack,

   Make us Thy counterpart.