1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
5 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The Bridegroom soon will call us |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Advent |
Notes: | Author from Index: J. Walter— M. Loy; Hymn from the German Text: Der Braet'gam wird bald rufen |