Room at the Gospel-Feast. Luke xiv. 22

The King of Heav'n his Table spreads, And Dainties crown the Board; Not Paradise with all its Joys Could such Delight afford.

Pardon and Peace to dying Men, And endless Life are giv'n, And the rich Blood, that Jesus shed To raise the Soul to Heav'n.

Ye hungry Poor, that long have stray'd In Sin's dark Mazes, come: Come from the Hedges and Highways, And Grace shall find you Room.

Millions of Souls in Glory now Were fed, and feasted here; And Millions more, still on the Way, Around the Board appear.

Yet is his House and Heart so large, That Millions more may come; Nor could the wide assembling World O'er-fill the spacious Room.

All Things are ready; come away, Nor weak Excuses frame; Croud to your Places at the Feast, And bless the Founder's Name.