Divine Love making a Feast. Luke 14. 17, 13-24
I. Watts C.M.
1
How sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.
2
Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon, love and blood,
Is food for dying souls.
3
[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?”
4
“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?”]
5
’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.
