Our hearts in ecstasy would sing
Of Christ, our Bridegroom, Lord and King!
O Paraclete, our praise indite
To tell His majesty and might,
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One
That earth hath seen or heaven known,
Upon Thy lips hath grace been poured,
O glorious, matchless, peerless Lord!

O God, forever is Thy throne,
A righteous scepter is Thine own;
Above Thy fellows Thou art blest,
Because Thou lovest righteousness.
Anointed with the oil of joy,
Thou stirrest hearts in glad employ;
Thy garments smell of rich perfumes
From ivory palace treasure-rooms.

The marriage of the Lamb is near,
His Bride all ready doth appear,
Arrayed in linen, clean and white,
Of needlework, with jewels bright,
Her garments are her righteous ways,
Prepared in her betrothal days.
Rejoice, be glad, Him honor give;
For her He died, but now doth live.

The Queen in Ophir gold doth stand,
The Virgins are her bridal band,
The Bridegroom's friends rejoice to share
The marriage supper with Him there.
His praise with raptured hearts they sing,
Brought in the palace of the King;
All follow Him with joyous voice,
Exulting in the Bridegroom's choice.

Our Bridegroom nears! Come soon, blest Lord,
To rule millennial earth restored;
Instead of fathers they shall take
Thy children fair and princes make.
Then all the ages Thy blest name
Shall generations e'er proclaim,
And peoples all shall give to Thee
Ecstatic praise eternally.
Lewis S. Forney
'HIS NAME SHALL BE CALLED WONDERFUL"