Bride of the Lamb, there is for thee
One only safe retreat;
Where Jesus is, thy heart should be,
Thy home at His dear feet.
When Satan tracks thy lonely way,
There his temptations meet;
In Jesus’ presence, watch and pray,
Yea, conquer at His feet.
Since thou hast much to learn e’en though
Thou art in Christ complete,
In grace and knowledge seek to grow
By sitting at His feet.
Through tribulation hasten on,
With Christ the cross is sweet;
The “little while” will soon be gone,
Weep only at His feet.
Hath He not wept? Consider Him,
His mournful cries repeat;
And though thine eye with grief be dim,
Still worship at His feet.
Bride of the Lamb, forget the past,
Prepare thy Lord to greet.,
‘Tis thine to share His throne, and cast
Thy crown before His feet.