Come, For The Feast Is Spread

Come, for the feast is spread, hark to the call;

Come to the living Bread, offered to all.

Come to His house of wine, low on His breast recline,

All that He has is thine; come, sinner, come.

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.

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 thine only plea; come, sinner, come.