Invitation to the Gospel Feast

The King of heaven His table spreads,

And dainties crown the board.

Not all the boasted joys of earth

Could such delight afford.

Pardon and peace to dying men,

And endless life are given;

And the rich Blood that Jesus shed

To raise the soul to heaven.

Ye hungry poor, who long have strayed

In sin’s dark mazes, come;

Come from the hedges and highways,

And Grace shall find you room.

Thousands of souls, in glory now,

Were fed and feasted here;

And thousands more, still on the way,

Around the board appear.

Yet are His house and heart so large,

That thousands more may come;

Nor could the wide assembled world

O’erfill the spacious room.

All things are ready: enter in,

Nor weak excuses frame.

Come, take your places at the feast,

And bless the Founder’s Name.