1 Come, for the feast is spread,
Hark to the call:
Come to the Living Bread
Offered to all.
Come to his house of wine,
Low on his breast recline,
All that he has is thine;
Come, sinner, come.

2 Come where the fountain flows,
River of life;
Healing for all thy woes,
Doubting, and strife.
Millions have been supplied,
No one was e'er denied,
Come to the crimson tide;
Come, sinner, come.

3 Come to the throne of grace,
Boldly draw near;
He who would win the race
Must tarry here.
Whate'er thy want may be,
Here is the grace for thee,
Jesus thine only plea;
Come, Christian, come.