Text: | The king of heaven his table spreads |
Author: | Doddridge |
1 The King of heaven his table spreads,
And blessings crown the board;
Not Paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given,
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls to heaven.
3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
4 All things are ready: come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.
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First Line: | The king of heaven his table spreads |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | The Christian Church: The Lord's Supper; The Invitation |