Hymn CCXCIX. Common Metre. The Gospel Feast

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast! Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest.

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!

In Jesu's condescending heart Both love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart, That trembles at his feet.

Come then, and with his people taste The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above.

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

And yet ten thousand, thousand more, Are welcome still to come; Ye longing souls, the grace adore, Approach, there yet is room.