When suffering comes, the Bridegroom knocks
On door ‘twas closed so long,
And now, at last, we will unlock:
He comes where He belongs.
Through door of temple He then steps,
And holy we become;
He plunges to our inner depths
As Spirit brings God’s Son.
The One through whom our hearts were made
By Father’s loving hand
Casts out from us the Devil’s shade,
Reclaims His conquered land.
His reign in us anew begins—
From strength to strength He goes—
His new creation never ends;
He conquers all our foes.
Our suffering is His mercy’s thorn
That lets Him conquer us;
Anew with Him we are reborn
And ever after trust.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 