Hymnal: HSoH1802 #CCCXXXV (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Lyrics: 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 Saviour'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,
Invites 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 ecstacies unknown.
7 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room. Topics: Invitation To the gospel feast Scripture: Luke 14:22 Languages: English
An invitation to the gospel feast