Called to the Feast

1Called to the feast by the King are we,
Sitting, perhaps, where His people be;
How will it fare, friend, with thee and me When the King comes in?

RefrainWhen the King comes in, brother,
When the King comes in!
How will it fare with thee and me When the King comes in?

2Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,
Glorified He who once died for men;
Splendid the vision before us then,
When the King comes in.

3Like lightning's flash will that instant show Things hidden long from both friend and foe;
Just what we are will each neighbor know,
When the King comes in.

4Joyful His eye shall on each one rest Who is in white wedding garments dressed;
Ah! well for us if we stand the test,
When the King comes in.