1 Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come;
Ye wedding-guests, draw near,
And slumber not in sin, when he,
The Son of God, is here!
Come, let us haste to meet our Lord,
And hail him with delight;
Who saved us by his precious blood,
And sorrows infinite!

2 Beside him all the patriarchs old,
And holy prophets stand;
The glorious apostolic choir,
And noble martyr band.
As brethren dear they welcome us,
And lead us to the throne,
Where angels bow their vailed heads,
Before the Three in One;--

3 Where we, with all the saints of God,
A white-robed multitude,
Shall praise the ascended Lord, who deigns
To bear our flesh and blood!
Our lot shall be for aye to share
His reign of peace above:
And drink, with unexhausted joy,
The river of his love.