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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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Bible Refs:
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THE BLESSED FEAST
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