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wife.
She is spotless, without blemish, a virgin by his power,
Who waits upon him patiently for that blessed hour.
A white rose is she, God has grown, by the regenerating stem.
Placed in the water of the word, the root has grown in him.
“Defile her, defile her,” Jezebel she cried,
“Hide the blood of the Lamb, so it cannot be applied.
Lead her to the Idol; tell her she must pay,
Conform to its image, with the blood do away.”
The bride, she will not bow to the idol of Jezebel,
Nor will she serve the image that leads into hell.
Jezebel takes the image and compares it to the bride,
“Measure, measure all you now,
There’s no place she can hide.”
“She has not the image,” cry her accusers roundabout,
“She has no place among us, let us cast her out.”
The bride, she is rejected, she stands all alone,
They cast her aside as they did the cornerstone.
She is not afraid, neither does she cry,
She has confidence in the Lamb, her comfort is standing by.
How long, how long, must blind lead blind, who will heal their
