Called to the Feast

Called to the feast by the King are we

Sitting

per­haps

where His peo­ple be;

How will it fare

then

with thee and me

When the King comes in?

When the King comes in

bro­ther

When the King comes in;

How will it fare with thee and me

When the King comes in?

Crowns on the head where the thorns have been;

Glorified He who once died for men;

Splendid the vi­sion be­fore us then

When the King comes in.

Like light­ning’s flash will that in­stant show

Things hid­den long from both friend and foe—

Just what we are ev­ery one will know

When the King comes in.

Joyful His eye on each one shall rest

Who is in white wed­ding gar­ments dressed;

Ah! well for us if we stand the test

When the King comes in.