The Glorious Marriage Supper

When ’mid sounds of earth­ly voic­es

None your ac­cents ev­er hear

Will your tones be thrill­ing

In re­demp­tion’s psalm?

Will your soul in blood-washed gar­ments

Fair and spot­less then ap­pear

At the glo­ri­ous mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb?

O the glo­ri­ous mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb

O the glo­ri­ous mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb;

Robed in gar­ments snowy white

Will you meet the saints of light?

At the glo­ri­ous ma­rriage sup­per of the Lamb?

Will you be among the num­ber

Who are pure and un­de­filed

Called from earth­ly con­flict

Into Heav­en’s calm?

Will you by His Son’s atone­ment

Unto God be re­con­ciled

Ere the glo­ri­ous mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb?

Now put on the wed­ding rai­ment

And be rea­dy for the call

With your sin-wounds cured by

Calvary’s heal­ing balm;

Bow be­fore the bless­èd Je­sus

And pro­claim Him Lord of all

At the glo­ri­ous mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb.