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.

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.

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, sin­ner, come.