In The Lambs Bright Hall


In the Lamb’s bright hall,
There’s a feast for all,
‘Tis the marriage of the King’s dear Son;
Come, ye weary one,
Come, ye laden one,
Put on the Wedding Robe.

Refrain:
The bells will be ringing,
There’ll be shouting, there’ll be singing,
When I come to the end of the road;
Goodbye to all sighing, to sinning and to dying,
When I put on the Wedding Robe.

If you only believe,
Your soul shall receive,
For redemption’s work for you is done;
Come, ye weary one,
Come, ye laden one,
Put on the Wedding Robe. [Refrain]

Now the feast is free,
There’s a call for thee,
‘Tis the call of the King’s dear Son;
Come, ye weary one,
Come, ye laden one,
Put on the Wedding Robe. [Refrain]

All the sav’d will be there,
Come, their glory to share,
For the race of life will soon be run;
Come, ye weary one,
Come, ye laden one,
Put on the Wedding Robe. [Refrain]