Isaac Watts, 1707
[Key: B]

 

Verse 1
How sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

 

Verse 2
Here every kindness of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon
Bought with blood
Is food for dying souls.

 

Verse 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?

 

Verse 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?”

 

Verse 5
‘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.

 

Verse 6
Pity the nations,
O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious
Word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

 

Verse 7
We long to see
Thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice,
And heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.