Matthew 22: Friend, how darest thou enter in

Friend, how darest thou enter in,
And unprepared intrude,
Show thyself, a slave of sin
Among the saints of God?
Hand and foot the' intruder bind
Through guilt impenitently dumb
Cast him out to woes consign'd,
And hell's eternal gloom.

No more feet from wrath to flee,
Or hands to work for God,
No more light His face to see.
In that profound abode!
What doth now for souls remain
Cast out to be tormented there?
Darkness, grief and rage, and pain,
And blasphemous despair!
Jesus prepare Thy meanest guest.
Since Thou hast bid me to the feast,
Clothe with a covering from above,
The Spirit of Thy spotless love,
And make, the wedding-garment mine.
That robe of righteousness Divine.