Classic Poem

1

The feast's prepared; the table's set;
The chosen of the Lord are met.
Blest visitants! how happy all,
Who haste to obey the gracious call.

2

Hark! 'tis the Saviour Who invites!
Such condescension, sure excites
Each fervent heart to join the feast;
Who would not be the Saviour's guest?

3

Haste then, with ardor to your bliss!
" O taste and see how good He is! "
Feast your glad souls, in what will prove
Sweet earnest of your bliss above.