The Bridegroom Soon Will Call Us

The Bride­groom soon will call us

Come

all ye wed­ding guests!

May not His voice ap­pall us

While slum­ber binds our breasts;

May all our lamps be burn­ing

And oil be found in store

That we

with Him re­turn­ing

May op­en find the door.

There shall we see de­light­ed

Our dear Re­deem­er’s face

Who leads our souls be­night­ed

To glo­ry by His grace;

The pa­tri­archs shall meet us

The pro­phets’ ho­ly band

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 man be­came

As Lord and God ad­ore Him

And ev­er bless His name.

Our Fa­ther

rich in bless­ing

Will give us crowns of gold

And

to His bo­som press­ing

Impart a bliss un­told

Will wel­come with em­brac­es

Of nev­er end­ing love

And deck us with His grac­es

In bliss­ful realms above.

In yon­der home shall nev­er

Be si­lent mu­sic’s voice;

With hearts and lips for­ev­er

We shall in God re­joice;

The an­gels shall ad­ore Him

All saints shall sing His praise

And bring with joy be­fore Him

Their sweet­est heav’n­ly lays.

In man­sions fair and spa­cious

Will God the feast pre­pare

And ev­er kind and gra­cious

Bid us its rich­es share;

There bliss that knows no mea­sure

From springs of love shall flow

And nev­er chang­ing plea­sure

His boun­ty will be­stow.

Thus God shall from all ev­il

Forever make us free

From sin

and from the de­vil

From all ad­ver­si­ty

From sick­ness

pain

and sad­ness

From trou­bles

cares

and fears

And grant us heav­en­ly glad­ness

And wipe away our tears.