How glorious is Thy church, Oh Lord—

6 Verses Bride Of Christ Body Of Christ

Verse 1

How glorious is Thy church, Oh Lord— No trace of sin in her. What myst’ry this: God died as man, For, oh, He loves her so!

Chorus

Glorious, Glorious church, She is Thy dear Bride; She was built from Thine own side; She is the same as Thee.

Verse 2

How precious is Thy Body, Lord; How costly in Thy sight. I’d ne’er bring anything of self, For she is out from Thee.

Verse 3

How faithful is Thyself, dear Lord— Eternally the same. Though man may fail to reach Thy will, Thou shalt obtain Thy Bride.

Verse 4

How subtle is my self, Oh Lord; Yet I wilt be transformed. Through Spirit’s work—become a stone To build up Thine own Bride.

Verse 5

How precious is Thy Body, Lord; How costly in my sight. I would decrease, and Thee increase At any cost for her.