HOW sweet and awesome is the place,

Here all the mercy of our God With vast compassion rolls; And peace and pardon through His blood, Is food for ransomed souls.

While all our hearts in prayer and song Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries, with thankful tongue, ‘Lord, why was I a guest?

‘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?’

’Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly forced us in; Else we had still refused to taste, And perished in our sin.

Pity the nations, O our God! Constrain the earth to come; Send Thy victorious Word abroad, And bring lost sinners home.

We long to see Thy churches full, That all Thy chosen race May with one voice and heart and soul Sing Thy redeeming grace.