Why Was I A Guest?
Why was I a Guest?
Isaac Watts, Bill & Karen Itzel
How sweet and aweful is the place
With Christ within the doors
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores
While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast
Each of us cry with thankful tongues
“Lord, why was I a guest?”
Lord, why was I a guest? Partaker in Your rest?
Lord, nothing from me would suggest A worthy soul to bless
“Why was I made to hear Thy voice
And enter while there's room
When thousands make a wretched choice
And rather starve than come?”
’Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in
Else we had still refused to taste
And perished in our sin
Pity the nations, O our God
Constrain the earth to come
Send Thy victorious Word abroad
And bring the strangers home
We long to see Thy churches full
That all the chosen race
May with one voice and heart and soul
Sing Thy redeeming grace
Lord why was I a guest? Partaker in Your rest?
Lord, nothing in me to impress or call me as a guest
But You called me as a guest