When the Bridegroom Calleth

When the Bride­groom call­eth from the skies—

For His jew­els white and fair;

At the bliss­ful crown­ing of the wise

Who will be in­vit­ed there?

All the wise will be in­vit­ed

When He call­eth to the crown­ing;

All the wise will be in­vit­ed

To the feast of the Lamb.

When the Bride­groom call­eth for His bride

And the pure His pal­ace throng;

There while count­less ages sweet­ly glide

She will sing re­demp­tion’s song.

When the Bride­groom call­eth from their toil

All who hold His name most dear;

Who with care have filled their lamps with oil

And await His com­ing near.

When the Bride­groom call­eth from repose

Those who rest from ho­ly strife;

When re­wards for serv­ice He be­stows

Who will wear a crown of life?

When the Bride­groom sounds the fi­nal call

And the scroll shall be un­rolled

When the vic­tors cross the jas­per sea

Who will tread the streets of gold?