The Blessèd Feast

Come

poor sinner

to the bles­sèd

bless­èd feast

O hear the call—thy Sav­ior’s call;

Haste to meet Him

He will wel­come thee His guest

O rejoice

there’s room for all.

Whosoever will in that feast may share

In our Fa­ther’s house there is bread to spare;

Come to Je­sus

He is wait­ing

wait­ing now

Come

O come

there’s room for all.

Art thou wea­ry? Wouldst thou lay thy weight aside?

Then rest thee here

the cross is near;

See where Je­sus thy Re­deem­er bled and died

Come and taste His mer­cy here.

Hark

He bids thee to the crim­son fount­ain go

It flows so free

so pure for thee;

He will wash thee and will make thee white as snow

Thou His hap­py child shalt be.

Come to Je­sus

and thy bur­den He will bear

The feast is spread

lift up thy head;

Come

and rest thee in the Sav­ior’s gen­tle care

By His love thou shalt be fed.