Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, behold a royal feast, Where mercy spread her bounteous store for every humble guest. See Jesus stand with open arms. He calls. He bids you come. Guilt holds you back and fear alarms, but see there yet is room. Room in the Savior's bleeding heart, their love and pity meet, nor will he bid the soul depart that trembles at his feet. In him the Father reconciled, invites your soul to come. The rebel shall be called a child and kindly welcomed home. Oh, come, and with his children taste the blessings of his love, while hope attends the sweet repast of nobler joys above. There with united heart and voice, before the eternal throne, ten thousand thousand souls rejoice in ecstasies unknown. And yet ten thousand thousand more are welcome still to come, ye longing souls the grace adore, approach, there yet is room. Anne Steele.