XIII. How sweet and awful is the Place

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.

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First Line: How sweet and awful is the Place
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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