1 This is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup:
The juices of the living vine
Were press'd, to fill the cup.
2 Oh bless the Savior, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.
3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.
4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Savior, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.
5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #222