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THE MARRIAGE FEAST

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 19, 1870

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 35, No. 18.

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THE MARRIAGE FEAST.

By Bonar

“The marriage of the Lamb is come.”—Rev. 19:7.
Ascend, Beloved, to the joy—     The festal day has come; To-night the Lamb doth feast his own, To-night he with his bride sits down, To-night puts on the spousal crown,     In the great upper room.
Ascend, Beloved, to the love;     This is the day of days; To-night the bridal song is sung, To-night ten thousand harps are strung, In sympathy with heart and tongue,     Unto the Lamb's high praise.
The festal lamps are lighting now     In the great marriage hall; By angel hands the board is spread, By angel hands the sacred bread Is on the golden table laid—     The King his own doth call.
Long, long deferred, now come at last,     The Lamb's glad wedding day! The guests are gathering to the feast, The seats in heavenly order placed, The royal throne above the rest—     How bright the new array!
Sorrow and sighing are no more,     The weeping hours are past; To-night the waiting will be done, To-night the wedding robe put on, The glory and the joy begun,     The crown has come at last!
Without, within, is light, is light;     Around, around is love; We enter to go out no more, We raise the song unsung before, We doff the sackcloth that we wore,     For all is joy above.
Ascend, Beloved, to the life;     Our days of death are o'er, Mortality has done its worst, The fetters of the tomb are burst, The last has now become the first,     Forever, ever more.
Ascend, Beloved, to the feast,     Make haste, the day is come; Thrice bless'd are they the Lamb doth call, They share the heavenly festival In the new Salem's palace hall,     Our everlasting home! —Bonar.