1. The Bride- groom soon will call us, Come, all ye wed- ding guests! May not His voice ap- pall us, While slum- ber binds our breasts; May all our lamps be burn- ing, And oil be found in store, That we, with Him re- turn- ing, May o- pen find the door.

2. There shall we see de- light- ed Our dear Re- deem- er's face, Who leads our souls be- night- ed To glo- ry by His grace; The pa- tri- archs shall meet us, The pro- phets' ho- ly band, A- pos- tles, mar- tyrs, greet us In that ce- les- tial land.

3. They will not blush to own us As bro- thers, sis- ters dear, Love ev- er will be shown us When we with them ap- pear; We all shall come be- fore Him, Who for us Man be- came, As Lord and God a- dore Him, And ev- er bless His Name.

4. Our Fa- ther, rich in bless- ing, Will give us crowns of gold And, to His bo- som press- ing, Im- part a bliss un- told, Will wel- come with em- bra- ces Of nev- er end- ing love, And deck us with His gra- ces In bliss- ful realms a- bove.

5. In yon- der home shall ne- ver Be si- lent mu- sic's voice; With hearts and lips for- ev- er We shall in God re- joice; The an- gels shall a- dore Him, All saints shall sing His praise, And bring with joy be- fore Him Their sweet- est heav'n- ly lays.