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How sweet to cheer our homeward way,
With Christ the living bread;
And be by faith from day to day,
With Gospel blessings fled.
While the whole church with grateful song,
Admires the heavenly feast;
Each may exclaim with thankful tongue,
Lord, why am I a guest.
‘Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there’s room;
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?’
‘Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forced us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.
Pity the nations, O our God,
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious words abroad,
And bring the wanderers home.
We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race,
May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 22:1-14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 249 |
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