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.