Scripture Verse

Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. Revelation 19:9


William Croft

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs, 1709, Book 3, num­ber 21. The tri­umph­al feast for Christ’s vic­to­ry over sin, and death, and hell.

Music: St. Anne Will­iam Croft, 1708 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Isaac Watts


Come, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise,
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

Jesus, the God that fought and bled,
And conquered when He fell;
That rose, and at His chariot wheels
Dragged all the powers of hell.

Jesus, our God, invites us here
To this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.

The Lord, how glorious is His face!
How kind His smiles appear!
And oh! what melting words He says
To every humble ear.

“For you, the children of My love,
It was for you I died;
Behold My hands, behold My feet,
And look into My side!

“These are the wounds for you I bore,
The tokens of My pains,
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains.

“Justice unsheathed its fiery sword,
And plunged it in My heart;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,
And most tormenting smart.

“When hell, and all its spiteful powers,
Stood dreadful in My way,
To rescue those dear lives of yours,
I gave My own away.

“But while I bled, and groaned, and died,
I ruined Satan’s throne;
High on My cross I hung, and spied
The monster tumbling down.

Now you must triumph at My feast,
And taste My flesh, My blood,
And live eternal ages blest,
For ’tis immortal food.

Victorious God! what can we pay
For favors so divine?
We would devote our hearts away
To be for ever Thine.

We give Thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues;
But themes so infinite as these
Exceed our noblest songs.