1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For ev'ry humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
he calls, he bids you come!
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,
But see, there yet is room!
[3 Room in the Savior's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet:
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.]
[4 In him the Father reconcil'd,
Invites your souls to come:
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom'd home.]
5 O come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love:
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
6 There, with united heart and voice
Before th'eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.
7 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor |
Title: | And yet there is room |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
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Topic: | Holy Spirit: Gospel Call |