Written By Eliza Hewitt
Come, for all things are ready!
‘Tis a banquet of love;
Here’s a free invitation
From the Master above:
It is written in crimson,
Drawn from Calvary’s flood,
From the wonderful fountain
Of the soul cleansing blood.
Refrain:
Oh, what fullness in Jesus!
Oh, what gladness to know,
Though our sins be as scarlet,
He’ll make them as snow.
Come, for all things are ready!
Heaven’s bounty is spread;
Take the cup of salvation,
Take the life giving bread:
Come, the poor and unworthy,
Come, though sinful and weak;
‘Tis the hungry and thirsty
Whom the Master doth seek.
Come, for all things are ready!
Here’s a robe, snowy white,
Fairer far than the raiment
Of the angels of light:
For the beauty of Jesus
Will thy covering be;
Only ask for this garment,
‘Twill be given to thee.
