Oliver Holden - Romelia - текст песни (слова)

How sweet and aweful is the place
 With Christ within the doors,
 While everlasting love displays
 The choicest of her stores!
 
 Here every bowel of our God
 With soft compassion rolls;
 Here peace and pardon bought with blood
 Is food for dying souls.
 
 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?
 
 "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 forced 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.