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 bought with 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 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.
7 We long to see thy churches full, That all the chosen race May with one voice and heart and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace.]