Behold, the Bridegroom Cometh

Verse 1

Our lamps are trimm'd and burning, Our robes are white and clean, We’ve tarried for the Bridegroom, O may we 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.

Chorus

Behold, the Bridegroom cometh! And all may enter in, Whose lamps are trimm'd and burning, Whose robes are white and clean.

Verse 2

Go forth, go forth to meet Him, The way is open now, All lighted with the glory That’s streaming from His brow. Accept the invitation Beyond deserving kind; Make no delay, but take your lamps, And joy eternal find.

Verse 3

We see the marriage splendor Within the open door; We know that those who enter Are blest for evermore. We see He is more lovely Than all the sons of men, But still we know the door once shut, Will never ope again.