1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
he calls, he bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see! there yet is room:
3 O come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
4 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.
5 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.
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First Line: | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper: Invitation |