THIS is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were pressed to fill the cup. Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed; Not heaven affords a costlier treat, For Jesus is the bread. The vile, the lost, he calls to them; Ye trembling souls, appear! The righteous in their own esteem Have no acceptance here. Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse The banquet spread for you; Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too. If guilt and sin afford a plea, And may obtain a place, Surely the Lord will welcome me, And I shall see his face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON |