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<h2>COME, FOR ALL THINGS ARE READY!</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“All things are ready: Come.” Matthew 22:4</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_e_hewitt_ee.jpg" alt="Eliza Edmunds Stites Hewitt (1851-1920)" width="144.666666666667" height="211.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_e_hewitt_ees.html" target="_blank">Eliza Edmunds Stites Hewitt</a> (1851-1920). Hymnals often show the author as Lidie H. Edmunds, Eliza’s pseudonym.
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_k_i_kirkpatrick_wj.html" target="_blank">William James Kirkpatrick</a> (1838-1921) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_comefora.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_k_i_kirkpatrick_wj.jpg" alt="William James Kirkpatrick (1838-1921)" width="133.333333333333" height="204.666666666667"></td>
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<p>Come, for all things are ready! ’Tis a banquet of love;<br>
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Here’s a free invitation from the Master above:<br>
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It is written in crimson, drawn from Calvary’s flood,<br>
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From the wonderful fountain of the soul cleansing blood.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Oh, what fullness in Jesus!<br>
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Oh, what gladness to know,<br>
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Though our sins be as scarlet,<br>
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He’ll make them as snow.</p>
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<p>Come, for all things are ready! Heaven’s bounty is spread;<br>
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Take the cup of salvation, take the life giving bread:<br>
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Come, the poor and unworthy, come, though sinful and weak;<br>
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’Tis the hungry and thirsty whom the Master doth seek.</p>
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<p>Come, for all things are ready! Here’s a robe, snowy white,<br>
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Fairer far than the raiment of the angels of light:<br>
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For the beauty of Jesus will thy covering be;<br>
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Only ask for this garment, ’twill be given to thee.</p>
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