How Sweet and Awful is the Place

Verse 1 How sweet and awful is the place With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores! Verse 2 Here every kindness of our God With soft compassion rolls; Here peace and pardon Bought with blood Is food for dying souls. Verse 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? Verse 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?" Verse 5 '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. Verse 6 Pity the nations, O our God! Constrain the earth to come; Send Thy victorious Word abroad, And bring the strangers home. Verse 7 We long to see Thy churches full, That all the chosen race May with one voice, And heart and soul, Sing Thy redeeming grace.