Noiva

From lost to Bride You made me
From slave to the King's daughter
My impure lips touched Your feet
Touched Your feet
And there on the ground I died to myself
I was born again for You

Today I live to reign with You
Father, brother, God, and best friend
I won't ask anymore
I'll just surrender, surrender
I don't ask You to do it for me
I want to do it with You

With gold dust and precious stones
The Father adorned me
And anointed me for You
And anointed me for You
He restored me and changed my story
He gave me to You

Come, my beloved!
Come, my beloved!
Purify me, sanctify me
I'm Your Bride at the altar
My beloved!
Come, my beloved!
Purify me, sanctify me
I'm Your Bride at the altar

And to take Your hands
To be guided by You
Gently
Like the bride who is led to the altar