1 How sweet and awful is the Place,
With Christ within the Doors,
While everlasting Love displays
The choicest of her Stores;
2 Here ev'ry Bowel of our God
With soft Compassion rolls,
Here Peace and Pardon, bought with Blood,
Is Food for dying Souls.
[3 While all our Hearts and all our Songs
Join t' admire the Feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful Tongues,
Lord, why was I a Guest?
4 "Why was I made to hear thy Voice,
"And enter while there's Room;
"When Thousands make a wretched Choice,
"And rather starve than come?"
5 'Twas the same Love that spread the Feast,
That sweetly forc'd us in,
Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our Sin.
6 Pity the Nations, O our God!
Constrain the Earth to come;
Send thy victorious Word abroad,
And bring the Strangers home.
4 We long to see thy Churches full,
That all the chosen Race,
May with one Voice, and Heart, and Soul,
Sing thy redeeming Grace.
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First Line: | How sweet and awful is the Place |
Title: | Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in the Guests |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |