Behold The Bridegroom

Our lamps are trimmed and burning, Our robes are white and clean, We' ve tarried for the Bridegroom, And now we' ll enter in. We know we' ve nothing worthy That we can call our own- The light, the oil, the robes we wear, Are all from him alone.

Behold, behold the Bridegroom! And all may enter in, Whose lamps are trimmed and burning, Whose robes are white and clean.

Go forth-we soon shall see him, The way is shining now, All lighted with a glory None other could bestow. His gracious invitation Beyond deserving kind, We gladly own and take our lamps, And joy eternal find.

We see the marriage splendor Within the open door; We know that those who enter Are blest forevermore; We see our King, more lovely Than all the sons of men; We haste because that door, once shut, Will never ope again.