As God’s provision, the true Jehovah-jireh,
No angel’s voice could interrupt His dying,
No mitigation could ease His sacrificing:
He had to bear God’s judgment in its direness
And enter death to conquer it entirely.
So God secured for Him, the greater Isaac,
A heavenly bride appropriately highborn,
Agile for Him for so God was desirous,
Led by the Spirit and consequently lively.
Christ has a Bride, companion and admirer
In the broad place won safely from man’s violence
Where constantly she loves and magnifies Him.
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