Why was I made to hear His 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."
      "Oh the glory of the grace,
      Shining in the Saviour's face,
      Telling sinners from above,
      'God is light,' and 'God is love.'"
      "Of all the gifts Thy love bestows, 
      Thou Giver of all good!
      Not heaven itself a richer knows
      Than the Redeemer's blood.
       
      "Faith, too, that trusts the blood through grace,
      From that same love we gain;
      Else, sweetly, as it suits our case,
      The gift had been in vain.
       
      "We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more,
      To Thee our all we owe;
      The precious Saviour, and the power
      That makes Him precious too."