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This is an hymn by [[Isaac Watts]], Hymn 13 of Book 3, ''[[Hymns and Spiritual Songs (Isaac Watts)|Hymns and Spiritual Songs]]'', entitled ''Divine love making a feast and calling in the guests'', based on Luke 14:17,22,23. | |||
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How sweet and aweful is the place | |||
With Christ within the doors, | |||
While everlasting love displays | |||
The choicest of her stores! | |||
Here every bowel of our God | |||
With soft compassion rolls; | |||
Here peace and pardon bought with blood | |||
Is food for dying souls. | |||
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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? | |||
"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?" | |||
'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. | |||
Pity the nations, O our God! | |||
Constrain the earth to come; | |||
Send thy victorious word abroad, | |||
And bring the strangers home. | |||
We long to see thy churches full, | |||
That all the chosen race | |||
May with one voice, and heart, and soul, | |||
Sing thy redeeming grace.}} | |||
==External links == | ==External links == | ||
Revision as of 15:48, 16 January 2017
General information
This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, Hymn 13 of Book 3, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, entitled Divine love making a feast and calling in the guests, based on Luke 14:17,22,23.
Settings by composers
- Oliver Holden — Romelia English SATB
Text and translations
English text
How sweet and aweful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!
Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon bought with blood
Is food for dying souls.
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?
"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?"
'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.
Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
External links
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