Words: (1851-1920). Hymn­als oft­en show the au­thor as Li­die H. Ed­munds, Eli­za’s pseu­do­nym.

Music: (1838-1921).

If you know when this song was writ­ten

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 fullness in Jesus!
Oh, what gladness to know,
Though our sins be as scarlet,
He’ll make them as snow.

Come, for all things are ready! Heaven’s bounty is spread;
Take the cup of salvation, take the life giving bread:
Come, the poor and unworthy, come, though sinful and weak;
’Tis the hungry and thirsty whom the Master doth seek.


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.