440    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Divine Love making a Feast. Luke 14. 17, 13-24

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

2 Here every bowel of our God
  With soft compassion rolls;
  Here peace and pardon, love and blood,
  Is food for dying souls.

3 [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?”

4 “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?”]

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