William Cowper (1731–1800)

This is the feast of heav’nly wine,

        And God invites to sup;

The juices of the living vine

        Were press’d, to fill the cup.

Oh, bless the Saviour, ye that eat,

        With royal dainties fed;

Not heav’n affords a costlier treat,

        For Jesus is the bread!

The vile, the lost, he calls to them,

        Ye trembling souls appear!

The righteous, in their own esteem,

        Have no acceptance here.

Approach ye poor, nor dare refuse

        The banquet spread for you;

Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,

        Then I may venture too.

If guilt and sin afford a plea,

        And may obtain a place;

Surely the Lord will welcome me,

        And I shall see his face.