The noble milk white steed has brought her home

To the place where her true heart does belong

She has suffered much at the hand of ignominious fate

And the lash of rampant tongues that dish out hate

But her triumphant glide will win the holy day

And in the light of life she will ever and always stay

Brought forth from the shadows by the Black King

Giving her the one eternal wedding ring

The Bride of Ophir is her royal destiny

Bedecked in gold and all precious stones of purity

Resplendent now she glided along the glassy sea

Filling the land with grace and love eternally.