Come, for the feast is spread, hark to the call; Come to the living Bread, offered to all. Come to His house of wine, low on His breast recline, All that He has is thine; come, sinner, come. Come where the fountain flows, river of life; Healing for all thy woes, doubting, and strife. Millions have been supplied; no one was e???er denied; Come to the crimson tide; come, sinner, come. Come to the throne of grace, boldly draw near; He who would win the race must tarry here. Whate???er thy want may be, here is the grace for thee, Jesus thine only plea; come, sinner, come.