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| The Lord is longing for His Bride, 
 
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|  | 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. |