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.