Come, for all things are rea­dy!
’Tis a ban­quet of love;
Here’s a free in­vi­ta­tion
From the Mas­ter above:
It is writ­ten in crim­son,
Drawn from Cal­va­ry’s flood,
From the won­der­ful fount­ain
Of the soul cleans­ing blood.

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Oh, what fullness in Je­sus!
Oh, what glad­ness to know,
Though our sins be as scarlet,
He’ll make them as snow.

Come, for all things are rea­dy!
Heaven’s boun­ty is spread;
Take the cup of sal­va­tion,
Take the life giv­ing bread:
Come, the poor and un­wor­thy,
Come, though sin­ful and weak;
’Tis the hun­gry and thirs­ty
Whom the Mas­ter doth seek.

Refrain

Come, for all things are rea­dy!
Here’s a robe, snowy white,
Fairer far than the rai­ment
Of the an­gels of light:
For the beau­ty of Je­sus
Will thy co­ver­ing be;
Only ask for this gar­ment,
’Twill be giv­en to thee.

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