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.