When the bells rang out on the evening air
A call to the bridal band.
She is going now to the great “I AM!”
She will soon with joy sit down
To the marriage supper of the Lamb,
Arrayed in her sparkling crown.
She is now the bride of the Crucified—
His saints he calls his own;
She is one of those for whom he died,
Who will sit with him on his throne.