by William Gadsby (1773-1844)

Once more, dear God of grace,
Thine earthly courts we tread;
We come to see Thy face,
And banquet with our head.

We long, we faint, we pant for Thee
And hope that with us Thou wilt be.
Though base and vile we are,
No goodness have to bring;

We cannot well despair,
While Jesus is our King.
He welcomes all by sin oppressed,
Upon his grace to come and feast.

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