This Is the Feast of Heav’nly Wine

This is the feast of heav’n­ly wine

And God in­vites to sup;

The juic­es of the liv­ing vine

Were pressed

to fill the cup.

Oh

bless the Sav­ior

ye that eat

With roy­al dain­ties fed;

Not Heav’n 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 Sav­ior

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.