_The Final Test._
Called 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?
Ref.--When the King comes in, brother,
When the King comes in!
How will it fare with thee and me
When the King comes in?
2 Crowns 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.
3 Like 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.
4 Joyful 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.
5 Endless the separation then,
Bitter the cry of deluded men,
Awful that moment beyond all ken,
When the King comes in.
6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace,
So to await thee each in his place,
That we may fear not to see thy face
When thou comest in.
J.E. Landor.