Behold the Bridegroom Cometh (Root)

Our lamps are trimmed and burn­ing

Our robes are white and clean;

We’ve tar­ried for the Bride­groom

Oh

may we en­ter in?

We know we’ve no­thing wor­thy

That we can call our own—

The light

the oil

the robes we wear

Are all from Him alone.

Behold the Bride­groom com­eth!

And all may en­ter in

Whose lamps are trimmed and burn­ing

Whose robes are white and clean.

Go forth

go forth to meet Him

The way is op­en now

All light­ed with the glo­ry

That’s stream­ing from His brow.

Accept the in­vi­ta­tion

Beyond de­serv­ing kind;

Make no de­lay

but take your lamps

And joy eter­nal find.

We see the mar­riage splen­dor

Within the op­en door;

We know that those who en­ter

Are blest for­ev­er­more.

We see His is more lov­ely

Than all the sons of men

But still we know the door

once shut

Will nev­er ope again.