1 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.
2 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.
3 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, Christian, come.
