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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

How sweet and awful is the place

1. How sweet and awful is the place 
With Christ within the doors, 
While everlasting love displays 
The choicest of her stores.

2. 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?"

3. "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?"

4. 'Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5. Pity the nations, O our God, 
Constrain the earth to come; 
Send Thy victorious Word abroad, 
And bring the strangers home.

6. We long to see Thy churches full, 
That all the chosen race 
May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.

-- Isaac Watts, 1707

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