First Line: Come, for all things are ready ! 'Tis a banquet of love ,

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.