Here’s another (Isaac Watts) song I’ve never sung in my previous life:
How sweet and awesome is the place
with Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
the choicest of her stores.
Here all the mercy of our God
with vast compassion rolls;
And peace and pardon through His blood,
is food for ransomed souls.
While all our hearts and all our songs
join to admire the feast,
Each of us cries with thankful tongues,
“Lord, why was I a guest?”
“Why was I made to hear Thy 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 us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
and perished in our sin.
Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious Word abroad,
and bring lost sinners home.
We long to see Thy churches full,
that all thy chosen race
May with one voice and heart and soul
sing Thy redeeming grace.