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.