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Without hands from a mountain,
God cut and fashioned a Stone,
which crushed iron, bronze, clay,
silver and gold.
The dream, a gift,
to a might king of old;
its meaning revealed
in the future foretold.
God will set up a kingdom,
no one will ever destroy;
the King of Kings will rule
the nations now and forevermore.
As His bride I long only,
to be in His embrace,
gazing upon all His glory,
when I see Him face to face.
Come my love, come quickly,
see how my heart is ever longing!
This heart is fashioned for you alone;
can You not hear its calling?
Anticipation is my joy and glory,
in beholding Your Beloved face,
to feel Your warmth beside me;
how sweet is Your embrace.
Revelation is now in full bloom,
in God's kingly realm;
at last the Prince of Peace has arrived;
oh, my soul is overwhelmed!
Oh look at the beauty of the wedding banquet;
its courts sing, dance and are merry;
catch the bouquet, all hearts that are barren;
your days of mourning no longer to carry.
Open your gates! O Heaven above,
enter in thy peoples, O Come!
By the King's grace and in His Love,
receive and delight in His salvation!
The wedding day, oh rejoice, has arrived;
for you were created for Your King;
His love endures forever;
to the Stone all creation's romancing.
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