| See the bride and the spirit are one,
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| Then won’t you who are thirsty invite him to come?
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| With your door opened wide,
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| Won’t you listen in the dark for the midnight cry?
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| And see when your light is on when the bridegroom comes.
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| Into cold outer darkness are gone
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| Guests who not their own wedding garment put on
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| Tho' the chosen are few, won’t you tarry by your lamp till he calls for you?
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| And pray that your love endure till the bridegroom comes.
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| When the halt and the lame meet the son,
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| And he sees for the blind and he speaks for the dumb,
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| Let their poor hearts complaint
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| Like the leper turned around who has kissed the saint,
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| Lift like a trumpet shout, and the bridegroom come.
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| See the builders despising the stone,
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| See the pearl of great price and the dry desert bones.
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| By the pharisees cursed,
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| Be exultant with the rose when the last are first,
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| And see how his mercy shines when the bridegroom comes.
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| Hear the bridge and the spirit say come,
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| Then won’t you who are weary invite in the son?
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| When your heart’s love is high,
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| Won’t you hasten to the place where the sun is nigh?
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| And see that your light is on, for the bridegroom comes
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| See that your light is on, for the bridegroom comes. |