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.