Bride in the whitest gown
Before was slain the beast
So now begins the wedding feast
But first a prayer to this King
And then the elders sing
Holy, holy, holy is the One
who sacrificed His only Son
His love planned to give
The Son in flesh to live
And in suffering to die
The lost would be brought nigh
The Son also rose as was told
The grave His soul could not hold
Then Three in One again complete
With us His sheep at the feet
So begins this long awaited feast
between the I AM and us who once were least
