1 Ye wretched, starving poor!
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.
2 Jesus, with open arms,
Is calling you to come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room.
3 Room in the Saviour's heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart
That trembles at his feet.
4 The Father, reconciled,
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be called a child,
And find in Christ a home.
|First Line:||Ye wretched, starving poor!|
|Topic:||Provisions of the Gospel: Invitations and Promises; The Bountiful Feast|