Ye Wretched, Hungry, Starving Poor!

Verse 1

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor!
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.

Verse 2

See, Jesus stands, with open arms;
He calls,--he bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But, see! there yet is room.

Verse 3

Room, in the Savior’s bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet

Verse 4

Oh! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love:
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

Verse 5

There, with united heart and voice,
Before th’ eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

Verse 6

And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls! the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.