"All things are ready," Come,
      Come to the supper spread;
      Come, rich and poor, come, old and young,
      Come, and be richly fed.

      "All things are ready," Come,
      The invitation's given,
      Through Him who now in glory sits
      At God's right hand in heaven.

      "All things are ready," Come,
      The door is open wide;
      Oh feast upon the love of God,
      For Christ, His Son, has died.

      "All things are ready," Come,
      All hindrance is removed;
      And God, in Christ, His precious love,
      To fallen man has proved.

      "All things are ready," Come,
      To-morrow may not be;
      O sinner, come, the Saviour waits,
      This hour to welcome thee!
                                         Albert Midlane