Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#195

195. The King of heav'n his table spreads

1 The King of heav’n his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board:
Not all the boasted joys of earth
Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv’n;
And the rich blood, which Jesus shed,
To raise the souls to heav’n.

3 Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd
In sin’s dark mazes, come:
Come from the hedges and highways
And grace shall find you room.

4 Thousands of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And thousands more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

5 Yet is his house and heart so large,
That thousands more may come;
Nor could the wide assembled world
O’erfill the spacious room.

6 All things are ready: enter in,
Nor weak excuses frame.
Come, take your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder’s name.

Text Information

• First Line: The King of heav'n his table spreads
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Holy Spirit: General invitations; Room at the Gospel Feast

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