Lo Now The Feast Of The King Is Ready


Lo! now the feast of the King is ready,
And there still remaineth room!
Unto the poor with the invitation,
Quickly go and bid them come.

Chorus:
Forth to the highways bear the blessed invitation,
Bid them come from ev’ry land,
Call ev’ry kindred, ev’ry tongue and ev’ry nation,
Bid them come-’tis God’s command.

Gather them in from the world’s waste places,
High or lowly, rich or poor;
Go where the famine is raging sorely,
Bring them in, there’s room for more.

Say to the world that the King is waiting,
With a robe for ev’ry guest;
Bid them delay not to meet the Bridegroom;
Come and enter with the blest.