CDLXXIII. An invitation to the gospel feast

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 Room in the Savior's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 In him the father reconcil'd
Invite, your souls to come;
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom'd home.

5 O come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

6 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

7 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
Title: An invitation to the gospel feast
Author: Steele
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: The Lord's Supper; The Gospel Feast; Gospel: Represented by a feast (1 more...)
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