Scripture Verse

Behold, I have prepared my dinner. My oxen and my fatlings are killed, and all things are ready. Come. Matthew 22:4


Words: Hen­ry Bur­ton, in Sac­red Songs and So­los, by Ira D. San­key, 1878.

Music: Some­thing for Je­sus Robert Low­ry, in Pure Gold (New York: Big­low & Main, 1871) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Feast, Phi­lip P. Bliss, Gos­pel Hymns No. 2 (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio; Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois & New York: John Church and Big­low & Main, 1876), num­ber 68 (🔊 pdf nwc)
Robert Lowry


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.