This is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living vine
Were press’d to fill the cup.

Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal danties 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 Savior, 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.

Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper’s Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York