Beautiful Bride You Are (by Fenny West)

Beautiful Bride You Are

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Beautiful Bride you are

Of the Bright Morning Star;

Destined to be on His side

In the fullness of time;

No matter what betide.

Adorned with His glory;

Arrayed in his beauty.

 

Beautiful Bride you are ;

Prepared for a place afar;

Bedecked with fine linen;

Immaculate, impeccable;

Without blemish, without spot,

Without wrinkle, pure white.

You’re surely made for heights.

 

Beautiful Bride you are

Brighter than the stars

Made ready, radiant, ravish;

Enchanting, captivating, endearing

To reign as queen with your King

Who loved you and gave Himself for you.

You are worth the sacrifice.

 

Beautiful Bride you are,

With beauty none can march or mar;

Rising  and shining out of the earth,

As light of the world, magnificent,

Dazzling, mesmerising, amazing,

Befitting your king, with disarming aroma.

You will steal the show any day.

 

 

“Alleluia! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigns!7 Let us be glad and rejoice and give Him glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and His wife has made herself ready.”8 And to her it was granted to be arrayed in fine linen, clean and bright, for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints.

Rev19:6-8

25        Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her,26 that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word,27 that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish.28 So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself.29 For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as the Lord does the church.30 For we are members of His body, of His flesh and of His bones.Eph5:25-30

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