I’m in­vit­ed to a sup­per, ’tis
A mar­riage feast and grand,
’Tis the great­est of all ban­quets
Ever known on sea or land;
There will be a count­less host of guests,
The Bride­groom and the Bride,
And all who to this sup­per go,
On shin­ing clouds shall ride.

Refrain

Yes, I have an in­vi­ta­tion,
I can take my friends along,
There is on­ly one con­di­tion—
You must know re­demp­tion’s song.
So, then, put your wed­ding gar­ments on,
For you can­not do it there;
The wed­ding bells are soon to ring,
You have no time to spare.

First, the Lord Him­self with migh­ty shout
And thun­der­ing trum­pet blast,
Will an­nounce, The feast is rea­dy!
Lo, the Bride­groom comes at last;
Then the wait­ing saints of earth shall rise,
With thrill­ing hearts of love,
And in one grand pro­cess­ion go
To the ban­quet hall above.

Refrain

I can see Isai­ah and Ab­ra­ham,
With flowing garments white,
And Is­aac, Job and Da­ni­el there,
All crowned with heav’n­ly light;
There are Mo­ses and Eli­jah, Paul,
And Je­re­mi­ah, too,
And all the faith­ful mar­tyrs who
Unto the death were true.

Refrain

In the backg­round myr­iad an­gels sit,
With shin­ing harps of gold,
And the rap­tur­ous mu­sic which they make,
In words can­not be told;
’Tis a song of won­drous ma­jes­ty,
Their swell­ing voices sing,
While the hal­le­lu­jahs of the saints
Make all the heav­ens ring.

Refrain

Hark! a ho­ly still­ness now en­sues,
The an­gel songs are ceased,
While a heav’n­ly grace is be­ing asked,
Upon this won­drous feast.
See, the Man with vis­age marred, but sweet,
With scars up­on His hands,
Invokes the Fa­ther’s bless­ing,
As with out­stretched arms He stands.

Refrain

When the Bride­groom drops those bless­èd hands,
And says the last Amen,
The saints re­spond with one ac­cord,
And the an­gels sing again:
Glory, glo­ry be to Him whose blood
Hath washed us from our sins;
And ’midst the splen­dors of the scene,
The mar­riage feast be­gins.

Refrain