How sweet and awesome is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.
Here all the mercy of our God
With vast compassion rolls;
And peace and pardon through His blood
Is food for ransomed souls.
While all our hearts in prayer and song
Join to admire the feast,
Each wonders with a thankful tongue,
“Lord, why am I a guest?”
“Why was I made to hear Your voice
And enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a wretched choice
And rather starve than come?”
’Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forced me in,
Else I had still refused to taste
And perished in my sin.
I. Watts