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1 THIS is the feast of heav nly wine, And God invites to sup ; The juices of the living vine Were press d to fill the cup.

2 bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed ; Not heaven affords a costlier treat, For Jesus is the bread.

3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them, Ye trembling souls, appear !| The righteous in their own esteem Have no acceptance here.

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse The banquet spread for you : Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too.

5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, And may obtain a place, Surely the Lord will welcome me. And I shall see his face.

1 WHEN on the cross my Lord I see, Bleeding to death for wretched me, Satan and sin no more can move, For I am all transform d to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart, In every groan I bear a part ; I view his wounds with streaming eyes :