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Who is this that cometh
from the wilderness,
Leaning on her well-beloved’s arm,
Sweeter than the fragrant rose of Sharon,
Winning all our hearts by her charm?
Blessed bride of Christ,
we now adore thee;
Treasure of our hearts,
we hymn thy praise;
Church of God,
we love thee and no other;
In thy courts we’ll worship all our days.
Who is she that looketh as the morning,
Clearer than the moon’s celestial light,
Brighter than the sun’s effulgent glory,
Banishing the darkness of night?
Blessed bride of Christ,
we now adore thee;
Treasure of our hearts,
we hymn thy praise;
Church of God,
we love thee and no other;
In thy courts we’ll worship all our days.
Who is she that standeth
on the mountain,
Singing to our hearts a song of joy,
Fairer than the lilies of the valley,
Pure as gold refined from alloy?
Blessed bride of Christ,
we now adore thee;
Treasure of our hearts,
we hymn thy praise;
Church of God,
we love thee and no other;
In thy courts we’ll worship all our days.
Who is she, the fairest of ten thousand,
Shining with the brightness of the sun,
Queen of love, and
choice one of her mother?
She, my undefiled, is but one.
Blessed bride of Christ,
we now adore thee;
Treasure of our hearts,
we hymn thy praise;
Church of God,
we love thee and no other;
In thy courts we’ll worship all our days.
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