The Bridegroom Meets His Bride

The Bride­groom meets His bride

Arrayed in gar­ments white;

She waged a life­long war

And con­quered in His might.

The ban­ner o’er her floats

That o’er her float­ed long;

The migh­ty con­quer­or

Leads on the vic­tor throng.

’Tis not to con­flict now

The sound of strife is o’er;

All tears are wiped away

And sighs are heard no more.

’Tis to the ban­quet spread

To join the fes­tal throng;

Theirs is the shout of praise

Theirs the eter­nal song.

The vic­tor’s crown they wear

Crowned is their liv­ing head:

The wealth of Heav­en is theirs

His glo­ry on them shed.