The Psalms of David ‎#III.XII

III.XII. How rich are thy Provisions, Lord

1 How rich are thy Provisions, Lord,
Thy Table furnish'd from above,
The Fruits of Life o'erspread the Board,
The Cup o'erflows with heav'nly Love.

2 Thine ancient Family the Jews,
Were first invited to the Feast,
We humbly take what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy Salvation taste.

3 We are the Poor, the blind, the Lame,
And Help was far, and Death was nigh;
But at the Gospel Call we came,
And ev'ry Want receiv'd Supply.

4 From the High-way that leads to Hell,
From Paths of Darkness and Despair,
Lord, we are come with Thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy Presence here.]

[5 What shall we pay th' Eternal Son,
That left the Heav'n of his Abode,
And to this wretched Earth came down
To bring us Wand'rers back to God.

6 It cost him Death to save our Lives,
To buy our Souls it cost his own;
And all the unknown Joys he gives,
Were bought with Agonies unknown.

7 Our everlasting Love is due
To Him that ransom'd Sinners lost;
And pity'd Rebels, when He knew
The vast Expense his Love would cost.]

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• First Line: How rich are thy Provisions, Lord
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Gospel Feast

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