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He that cometh to me shall never hunger.
John 6:35.
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.
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,
3 Room in the Saviour’s bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet:
Nor will he bid the soul depart
That trembles at his feet.
4 O come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love,
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th’ eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.
6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach—there yet is room.
Mrs. Steele.