Behold, the Bridegroom!

Our lamps are trimmed and burning,
Our robes are white and clean,
We’ve tarried for the Bridegroom,
And now we’ll enter in.
We know we’ve nothing worthy
That we can call our own—
The light, the oil, the robes we wear,
Are all from Him alone.

Chorus—
Behold, behold the Bridegroom!
And all may enter in,
Whose lamps are trimmed and burning,
Whose robes are white and clean.

Go forth—we soon shall see Him,
The way is shining now,
All lighted with a glory
None other could bestow.
His gracious invitation
Beyond deserving kind,
We gladly own and take our lamps,
And joy eternal find.

We see the marriage splendour
Within the open door;
We know that those who enter
Are blest for evermore;
We see our King, more lovely
Than all the sons of men;
We haste because that door once shut,
Will never open again.

George F. Root