4 O come, and with his children taste The blessings of his love, While hope attends the sweet repast Of nobler joys above. 5 There, with united heart and voice, Before th’ eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice In ecstasies unknown. 6 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come; Ye longing souls, the grace adore; Approach—there yet is room. 294 C. M. In this mountain shall the Lord, etc. Isaiah 25:6. The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board; Not paradise, with all its joys, Could such delights afford. 2 Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are given, Through the rich blood that Jesus shed, To raise our souls to heaven. 3 You hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin’s dark mazes, come; Come from your most obscure retreat, And grace shall find you room. 4 Millions of souls in glory now Were fed and feasted here; And millions more still on the way Around the board appear. 5 Yet are his heart and house so large That millions more may come: Nor could the whole assembled world O’erfill the spacious room. 6 All things are ready: come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast, And bless the Founder’s name. 295 C. M. None excluded. Jesus, thy blessings are not few, Nor is thy gospel weak; Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, And heal the dying Greek. 2 Wide as the reach of Satan’s rage Doth thy salvation flow; ’Tis not confined to sex nor age, The lofty nor the low. 3 While grace is offered to the prince, The poor may take his share; No mortal has a just pretense To perish in despair. 4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come, He’ll form your souls anew; His gospel and his heart have room For rebels such as you. 5 His doctrine is almighty love; There’s virtue in his name To turn the raven to a dove, The lion to a lamb. 296 C. M. peculiar. Draw nigh to God, etc. James 4:8. Return, O wanderer, to thy home, Thy Father calls for thee; No longer now an exile roam, In guilt and misery: Return, return! 2 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, ’Tis Jesus calls for thee; The Spirit and the Bride say—come; O! now for refuge flee; Return, return! 3 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, ’Tis madness to delay; There are no pardons in the tomb, And brief is mercy’s day: Return, return!