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6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4 1 Come, for the feast is spread, Hark to the call: Come to the Living Bread Broken for all; Come to his “house of wine”, Low on His breast recline, All that he hath is thine; Come, sinner, come. 2 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. 3 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 thy only plea; Come, Christian, come. 4 Come to the Better Land, Pilgrim, make haste! Earth is a foreign strand Wilderness waste! Here are the harps of gold, Here are the joys untold Crowns for the young and old; Come, pilgrim, come. 5 Jesus, we come to Thee, Oh, take us in! Set Thou our spirits free; Cleanse us from sin! Then, in yon land of light, Clothed in our robes of white, Resting not day nor night, Thee will we sing. H. Burton