Text: | Divine Love making a Feast |
Author: | Watts |
1 How sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.
2 Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon, love and blood,
Is food for dying souls.
3 [While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to 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 forced us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How sweet and awful is the place |
Title: | Divine Love making a Feast |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper |