Go to the highways and hedges,
Go to the farthest of fields;
Go and compel the sick and the well;
For our Father’s house will be filled.
Go to the streets of the city,
Bring in the crippled and blind;
All who would taste this banquet of grace
Must come and waste no more time.
Chorus:
Come to the feast, come to the table;
The great and the least, the rich and the poor.
Come to the feast, come to the table,
Come and hunger no more.
In the robe of the lamb you’ll be covered,
Dressed in his pure righteousness;
For all of your guilt, his blood it was spilt;
So come by your Father be blessed.
Chorus (x2)