Jesus has a table spread,
Where the saints of God are fed,
He invites His chosen people, "Come and dine;"

The disciples came to land,
Thus obeying Christ's command,
For the Master called to them, "Oh, come and dine;"

Soon the Lamb will take His bride
To be ever at His side,
All the host of Heaven will assembled be;

"Come and dine," the Master calleth,
"Come and dine;
You may feast at Jesus' table all the time;
He who fed the multitude,
Turned the water into wine,
To the hungry calleth now, "Come and dine."

Oh, come and dine; Oh, come and dine;

With His manna He doth feed
And supplies our ev'ry need;
Oh, 'tis sweet to sup with Jesus all the time!

There they found their hearts' desire,
Bread and fish upon the fire;
Thus He satisfies the hungry ev'ry time.

Oh, 'twill be a glor'ous sight,
All the saints in spotless white;
And with Jesus they will feast eternally.