73. Called To The Feast.

Called to the feast by the King are we,
Sitting perhaps where his people be;
How will it fare, friend, with thee and me,
When the King comes in?

*CHORUS
When the King comes in, brother,
When the King comes in!
How will it fare with thee and me,
When the King comes in?*

Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,
Glorified he who once died for men;
Splendid the vision before us then,
When the King comes in.

Like lightning’s flash will that instant show,
Things hidden long from both friend and foe;
Just what we are will each neighbor know,
When the King comes in.

Joyful his eye shall on each one rest,
Who is in white wedding, garments dressed;
Ah! Well for us if we stand the test,
When the King comes in.

Endless the sad separation then,
Bitter the cry of deluded men;
Awful that moment of anguish,
When Christ the King comes in.

Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace,
So to await thee, each in his place;
That we may fear not to see thy face,
When the King comes in.