The Bridegroom Soon Will Call Us

The Bridegroom soon will call us:
Come, as My guests appear.
May slumbers not enthrall us
When we His voice shall hear;
May all our lamps be burning
And oil be found in store,
That we, with Him returning,
May find an open door.

There shall we see delighted
Our blest Redeemer's face,
Who leads our souls benighted
To glory by His grace;
The patriarchs shall meet us,
The prophets we shall stand;
Apostles, martyrs, greet us
In that celestial land.

They will not blush to own us
As brothers, sisters dear;
Love ever will be shown us
When we with them appear;
We all shall come before Him
Who for us flesh became;
As Lord and God adore Him
And bless His holy name.

Our Father, rich in blessing,
Will give us crowns of gold;
And to His bosom pressing,
Will grant us bliss untold;
He welcomes with embraces
His own in boundless love
And decks us with His graces
In blissful realms above.

In that fair home shall never
Be hushed the singers' voice;
With hearts and lips forever
Shall we in God rejoice;
The angels shall adore Him,
All saints shall voice His praise
And bring with joy before Him
Their sweetest heavenly lays.

In mansions fair and spacious
Will God the feast prepare
And, ever kind and gracious,
Bid us His riches share;
There bliss that knows no measure
From springs of love shall flow,
And never-changing pleasure
His bounty will bestow.

Amen.