Come, sinners, to the gospel feast

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Come, sinners, to the gospel-feast,
Let every soul be Jesu’s guest,
You need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.

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 Sent by my Lord, on you I call,
The invitation is to all.
Come all the world: come, sinner, thou,
All things in Christ are ready now.

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Jesus to you His fulness brings,
A feast of marrow, and fat things:
All, all in Christ is freely given,
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.

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Do not begin to make excuse,
Ah! Do not you his grace refuse;
Your worldly cares and pleasures leave,
And take what Jesus hath to give.

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Your grounds forsake, your oxen quit,
Your every earthly thought forget,
Seek not the comforts of this life,
Nor sell your Saviour for a wife.

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“Have me excus’d” why will ye say?
Why will ye for damnation pray?
Have you excus’d—from joy and peace!
Have you excus’d—from happiness!

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Excus’d from coming to a feast!
Excus’d from being Jesu’s guest!
From knowing now your sins forgiven,
From tasting here the joys of heaven!

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Excus’d, alas! Why should ye be
From health, and life, and liberty,
From en'tring into glorious rest,
From leaning on your Saviour’s breast.

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 Yet must I, Lord, to Thee complain,
The world hath made thy offers vain,
Too busy, or too happy they,
They will not, Lord, thy call obey.

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Go then, my angry Master said,
Since these on all my mercies tread,
Invite the rich and great no more,
But preach my gospel to the poor.

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Confer not thou with flesh and blood,
Go quickly forth, invite the crowd,
Search every lane, and every street,
And bring in all the souls you meet.

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Come then ye souls, by sin opprest,
Ye restless wanderers after rest,
Ye poor, and maim’d, and halt, and blind,
In Christ an hearty welcome find.

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Sinners my gracious Lord receives,
Harlots, and publicans, and thieves,
Drunkards, and all the hellish crew,
I have a message now to you.

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Come, and partake the gospel-feast,
Be sav’d from sin, in Jesus rest:
O taste the goodness of our God,
And eat His flesh, and drink His blood.

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 ’Tis done; my all-redeeming Lord,
I have gone forth, and preach’d Thy word,
The sinners to Thy feast are come,
And yet, O Saviour, there is room.

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Go then, my Lord, again injoin’d,
And other wand’ring sinners find,
Go to the hedges, and highways,
And offer all my pard’ning grace.

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The worst unto My supper press,
Monsters of daring wickedness,
Tell them, My grace for all is free,
They cannot be too bad for Me.

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Tell them, their sins are all forgiven,
Tell every creature under heaven,
I died to save them from all sin,
And force the vagrants to come in.

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Ye vagrant souls, on you I call,
(O that my voice could reach you all)
Ye all are freely justified,
Ye all may live, for God hath died

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 My message as from God receive
Ye all may come to Christ, and live:
O let His love your hearts constrain,
Nor suffer Him to die in vain.

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 His love is mighty to compel,
His conqu’ring love consent to feel,
Yield to His love’s resistless power,
And fight against your God no more.

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See him set forth before your eyes,
Behold the bleeding sacrifice!
His offer’d love make haste t’ embrace,
And freely now be sav’d by grace.

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Ye who believe his record true,
Shall sup with Him, and He with you:
Come to the feast; be sav’d from sin,
For Jesus waits to take you in.

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This is the time, no more delay,
This is the acceptable day,
Come in, this moment, at His call,
And live for Him who died for all.