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HYMN 13

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C. M.

Divine love making a feast and calling in the guests. Luke 14:17,22,23

How sweet and aweful is the place

With Christ within the doors,

While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!

Here every bowel of our God

With soft compassion rolls;

Here peace and pardon bought with blood

Is food for dying souls.

[While all our hearts and all our songs

Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cry with thankful tongues,

"Lord, why was 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 word abroad,

And bring the strangers 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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