Psalm 48 — The Bride of Christ

A Ballad

A line of rings set with semi-precious stones.
Image by starbright from Pixabay

Oh, daughter, listen to my lesson:
Be glad, my child, rejoice!
For this is God, the face of Heaven;
Oh, sing! Oh, lift your voice!

The city is magnificent,
The joy of all the earth,
Attired, gilded as a bride
Ready to come forth.

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