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THE FEAST.
Come, the feast is spread and waiting,
'Tis a message from the King;
Come, and thus partake ye needy,
Come, and all your friends do bring!
'Tis a message from the King;
Come, and thus partake ye needy,
Come, and all your friends do bring!
'Tis a feast where all's invited,
Rich and poor, the great, the small,
And the traveler lone, benighted,
And the bearer of the pall.
Rich and poor, the great, the small,
And the traveler lone, benighted,
And the bearer of the pall.
Come, ye blind ones, lepers crawling,
Come, ye halt, and come, ye lame!
For the message still is calling,
Dine into the halls of fame!
Come, ye halt, and come, ye lame!
For the message still is calling,
Dine into the halls of fame!
Come and dine, for great the table,
Many the vacant places still;
Throngs the rich, the poor, disabled,
Yet the Master's hall's not filled.
Many the vacant places still;
Throngs the rich, the poor, disabled,
Yet the Master's hall's not filled.
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