My bride will be spotless, white as snow.
She looks forward, the groom she knows.
He is the one that will call her by name,
And in a twinkling of the eye, up she goes one day.
She is fixing herself and fully arrayed of holiness,
mature growth and waiting anxiously to say;
"Come my beloved, come my King,
I am yours and with you I'll stay."
The trumpet will sound and the bride in a flash,