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MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA · Sep 27, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 39.

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MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB

By Gerard Moultrie

The marriage-feast is ready, The marriage of the Lamb, He calls the faithful children Of faithful Abraham; He calls them from their sojourn To come to their abode— The children of the promise, The Israel of God.
He calls them from their prison Fast bound in iron chains, Whose cup is mixed with weeping, Where sin with Satan reigns; And from the golden portals The sounds of triumph ring— The triumph of the Incarnate, The marriage of the King.
Nor sigh nor sorrow enter Where Jesus leads them in, Nor death may cross the threshold, Nor pain, nor fear, nor sin; And shades of night and darkness Are past and fled away, Before the irradiant brightness Of everlasting day.
They come! the saints of Zion With dance and timbrel come, Where gleam the emerald meadows, The meadows of our home. Nor eye hath seen the glory, Nor heart of man may tell How bright the plains of Zion, The meads of Asphodel.
No tear-drops stain that threshold, No weeping eyes are there; For God hath wiped all tear-drops, And God hath stilled all care; The sunlight of the Presence, The bright Shekinah flame Lights up the bridal banquet Of God and of the Lamb.
The rainbow of the promise Around the throne hath gleamed, To welcome them forever To joys of the Redeemed; They enter to their glory, The feast for them is spread, The bridal feast of Jesus, The first-fruits of the dead. —Gerard Moultrie.