How sweet and awful is the place with Christ within the doors

Hymn written by Isaac Watts
  1. How sweet and awful is the place
        With Christ within the doors,
    While everlasting love displays
        The choicest of her stores
  1. Here, all the mercy of our God
        with soft compassion rolls;
    Here peace and pardon, bought with blood
        Is food for dying souls.
  1. 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?
  1. 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.
  1. '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.
  1. We long to see Thy Churches full,
        That all the chosen race
    May, with one voice, and heart, and soul,
        Sing Thy redeeming grace.
 






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