Room at the Lord's Table.
1 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
2 Yet is his house and heart so large
That millions more may come;
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'erfill the spacious room.
3 All things are ready; come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.