CH1941, Hymn #537

Verse 1
Called to the feast by the King are we,
Sitting, perhaps, where His people be;
How will it fare, then, with thee and me
When the King comes in?

Verse 2
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.

Verse 3
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.

Verse 4
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.