Ye Wretched, Hungry, Starving Poor

Ye wretch­ed

hung­ry

starv­ing poor

Behold a roy­al feast!

Where mer­cy spreads her boun­te­ous store

For ev­ery hum­ble guest.

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.

Room in the Sav­ior’s bleed­ing heart;

There love and pi­ty meet;

Nor will He bid the soul de­part

That trem­bles at His feet.

In Him

the Fa­ther re­con­ciled

Invites your souls to come;

The re­bel shall be called a child

And kind­ly wel­comed home.

O come

and with His child­ren taste

The bless­ings of His love;

While hope at­tends the sweet re­past

Of nob­ler joys above.

There

with unit­ed heart and voice

Before th’eter­nal throne

Ten thou­sand

thou­sand souls re­joice

In ec­sta­sies un­known.

And yet ten thou­sand

thou­sand more

Are wel­come still to come;

Ye long­ing souls

the grace ad­ore

Approach

there yet is room.