Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #III.XII (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: How rich are thy provisions, Lord! Lyrics: 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 highway 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.] Scripture: Luke 14:16-23 Languages: English
The gospel feast