Come, for All Things Are Ready!

Come

for all things are rea­dy!

’Tis a ban­quet of love;

Here’s a free in­vi­ta­tion

From the Mas­ter above:

It is writ­ten in crim­son

Drawn from Cal­va­ry’s flood

From the won­der­ful fount­ain

Of the soul cleans­ing blood.

Oh

what full­ness in Je­sus!

Oh

what glad­ness to know

Though our sins be as scar­let

He’ll make them as snow.

Come

for all things are rea­dy!

Heaven’s boun­ty is spread;

Take the cup of sal­va­tion

Take the life giv­ing bread:

Come

the poor and un­wor­thy

Come

though sin­ful and weak;

’Tis the hun­gry and thirs­ty

Whom the Mas­ter doth seek.

Come

for all things are rea­dy!

Here’s a robe

snowy white

Fairer far than the rai­ment

Of the an­gels of light:

For the beau­ty of Je­sus

Will thy co­ver­ing be;

Only ask for this gar­ment

’Twill be giv­en to thee.