An Invitation to the Marriage Supper of the Lamb

The Bridegroom calls, make no delay, Haste to the marriage feast: Jesus invites: with speed obey, And join the heav'nly Guest.

Tho' you're opprest with guilt and sin, No fitness he requires; To see and feel your need of him, Is all that he desires.

Tho' you're as black as Kedar's tent, And vile as vile can be, Jesus to save the lost was sent, To set the captive free.

The powers of earth and hell combine To keep you from your God; Into his hands your all resign, He bought you with his blood.

He claims you his peculiar care, He'll grace and glory give; His power preserves from ev'ry snare, He dy'd that you might live.