Ascend, be­lov­èd, to the joy;
The fest­al day has come;
Tonight the Lamb doth feast His own
In the great up­per room.

The fest­al lamps are light­ing now
In the glad mar­riage hall;
By ang­el hands the board is spread;
The King His own doth call.

Long, long de­ferred, now comes at last
The Lamb’s great wed­ding day;
The guests are ga­ther­ing to the feast;
How bright the new ar­ray!

Sor­row and sigh­ing are no more;
The weep­ing hours are past;
The joy and glo­ry are begun,
The crown has come at last.