Welcome to the Table
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. Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed; Not heaven affords a costlier treat, For Jesus is the bread. The vile, the lost, He calls to them; Ye trembling souls, appear! The righteous in their own esteem Have no acceptance here. Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse The banquet spread for you; Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too. If guilt and sin afford a plea, And may obtain a place, Surely the Lord will welcome me, And I shall see his face.
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