Ascend, Beloved, to the Joy

Ascend

be­lov­èd

to the joy;

The fest­al day has come;

Tonight the Lamb doth feast His own

In the great up­per room.

The fest­al lamps are light­ing now

In the glad mar­riage hall;

By ang­el hands the board is spread;

The King His own doth call.

Long

long de­ferred

now comes at last

The Lamb’s great wed­ding day;

The guests are ga­ther­ing to the feast;

How bright the new ar­ray!

Sorrow and sigh­ing are no more;

The weep­ing hours are past;

The joy and glo­ry are be­gun

The crown has come at last.