Words: Isaac Watts Music: "St. Columbia", ancient Irish melody How sweet and awesome is this place [originally 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 drew 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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