198. Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor

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 Saviour'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!

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First Line: Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
Meter: C. M.
Publication Date: 1828
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Topic: And yet there is room; Holy Spirit: From the love of Christ
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