Text: | At Table |
1 My Soul, survey thy Happiness,
If thou art found a Child of Grace,
How richly is the Gospel stor'd!
What Joy the Promises afford!
2 All Things are now the Gift of God,
And purchas'd with our Saviour's Blood;
While the good Spirit shews us how,
To use and to enjoy them too.
3 If Peace and Plenty crown my Days,
They Help me Lord to sing thy Praise;
If Bread of Sorrow be my Food,
Those Sorrows work my real Good.
4 Be present at our Table Lord,
Be here and every where ador'd:
Thy People bless, and grant that we,
May feast in Paradise with thee.
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First Line: | My Soul, survey thy Happiness |
Title: | At Table |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1801 |