How sweet and holy is the place
With Christ within the doors,
Where everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cries with thankful tongue,
"Lord! why am I a guest?

"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?"

It was the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forced us in:
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.