[FIGURE] The Proclamation To Come to the Supper
Of the Great Bridegroom. By. W. W Phelps...

Theres a feast of fat things for the righteous prepareing
That the good of this world all the Saints may be sharing
For the harvest is ripe & the reapers have learned
To reap down the wheat that the tares may be burned

Chorus

Come to the supper come to the supper
Come to the supper of the great BRIDEGROOM

Go forth all ye servants unto every nation
And lift up your voisces and make proclamation
For to cease from all evil & leave off all mirth
For the Savior is coming to reign on the Earth

come to the supper

Go set forth the Judgments to come & the sorrow
For after to day O there cometh to morrow
Whe[n] the wicked ungodly rebellious & proud
Shall be burn^t^ed up as stubble O cry it aloud

o come to the supper

Go pass throughout Europe & Asia's dark regions
To Chinas far shores & to Africks blacks legions
And proclaim to all people as your passing by
The fig tree are leafing the summer is nigh

o come

Go call on the great men of fame & of power
The King on his throne the brave in his tower
And inform them all Kingdoms must fall but the one
As clear as the moon as fair as the son

o come

Go cry to all qua[r]ters & then to the islands
To Gentiles & Jews & proclaim to the heathens
And exclaim to old Israel in every land
Repent ye the Kingdom of haeaven's at hand

The Proclamation To Come to the Supper of the Great Bridegroom. By. W. W Phelps...

Theres a feast of fat things for the righteous prepareing That the good of this world all the saints may be sharing For the harvest is ripe & the reapers have learned To reap down the wheat that the tares may be burned

Chorus

Come to the supper come to the supper Come to the supper of the great BRIDEGROOM

Go forth all ye servants unto every nation And lift up your voices and make proclamation For to cease from all evil & leave off all mirth For the Savior is coming to reign on the Earth

come to the supper

Go set forth the judgments to come & the sorrow For after to day O there cometh to morrow When the wicked ungodly rebellious & proud Shall be burt up as stubble O cry it aloud

o come to the supper

Go pass through our Europe & Asias dark regions To Chinas far shores & to Africks blacks legions And proclaim to all people as your passing by The fig tree are leafing the summer is nigh

o come

Go call on the great men of fame & of power The King on his throne the brave in his tower And inform them all Kingdoms must fall but the one As clear as the moon's as fair as the son

o come

Go cry to all quarters & then to the islands To Gentiles & Jews & proclaim to the heathens And exclaimed to old Israel in every land Repent ye the Kingdom of heaven's at hand