1 My God, thy table now is spread,
thy cup with love doth overflow;
be all thy children thither led,
and let them thy sweet mercies know.
2 O let thy table honored be,
and furnished well with joyful guests:
and may each soul salvation see,
that here its sacred pledges tastes.
3 Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord,
in countless numbers let them come
and gather from their Father's board
the Bread that lives beyond the tomb.
4 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest
till through the world thy truth has run,
till with this Bread all men be blest
who see the light or feel the sun.
|First Line:||My God, thy table now is spread|
|Author (sts. 1-3):||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751|
|Author (st. 4):||Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|
|Harmonizer:||Edward Miller, 1731-1807|
|Adapter:||Samuel Webbe, 1740-1816|
|Source:||Second Supplement to Psalmody in Miniature, ca. 1780 (melody)|