First Line: Come, for the feast is spread,

Come, for the feast is spread ;
Hark to the call !
Come to the Living Bread,
Broken for all ;
Come to His house of wine,
Low on His breast recline ;
All that He hath is thine ;
Come, sinner, come.

2 Come where the fountain flows-
River of life----
Healing for all thy woes,
Doubting, and strife ;
Millions have been supplied,
No one was e'er denied ;
Come to the crimson tide,
Come, sinner, come.

3 Come to the throne of grace,
Boldly draw near ;
He who would win the race
Must tarry here ;
Whate'er thy want may be
Here is the grace for thee,
Jesus thy only plea :
Come, Christian, come.

4 Come to the Better Land,
Pilgrim, make haste !
Earth is a foreign strand----
Wilderness waste !
Here are the harps of gold,
Here are the joys untold----
Crowns for the young and old :
Come, pilgrim, come.

5 Jesus, we come to Thee,
Oh, take us in !
Set Thou our spirits free ;
Cleanse us from sin !
Then, in yon land of light,
Clothed in our robes of white,
Resting not day nor night,
Thee will we sing.