Soon will the heav’n­ly Bride­groom come;
Ye wed­ding guests, draw near,
And slum­ber not in sin when He,
The Son of God, is here.
With lamps alight and oil in store
Let ev­ery guest ad­vance,
Nor shrink ashamed in trem­bling awe
From His bright coun­te­nance.

Come, let us haste to meet our Lord,
And hail Him with de­light,
Who saved us by His pre­cious blood
And sor­rows in­fi­nite:
Beside Him all the pa­tri­archs old
And ho­ly pro­phets stand,
The glo­ri­ous apos­tol­ic choir,
The no­ble mar­tyr band.

As breth­ren dear they wel­come us,
And lead us to the throne,
Where an­gels bow their veil­èd heads
Before the Three in One,
Where we, with all the saints of Christ,
A white robed mul­ti­tude,
Shall praise th’as­cend­ed Lord who deigns
To wear our flesh and blood.

His gra­cious hand will ope for us
The gates of pa­ra­dise,
And spread the glo­ries of His heav’n
Before our daz­zled eyes:
Our lot will be for aye to share
His reign of peace above,
And drink with un­ex­haust­ed joy
The riv­er of His love.