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.
Oh, what fulness in Jesus ! Oh, what gladness to know, Though our sins be as scarlet, He'll make them as snow.
2. Come, for all things are ready ! Heaven's bounty is spread ; Take the cup of salvation, take the life-giving bread : Come, though poor and unworthy; come, though sinful and weak ; 'Tis the hungry and thirsty whom the Master doth seek.
3. 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.