1 "Come, know my joy," the Maker says
and pours out works of power
that sear the sense, defy the mind
and fill the soul with awe,
and we with open mouth receive
God's gifts with infant need,
and, sight unfocussed, scarce perceive
Love's presence as we feed.
2 The feast we join is long begun;
God bids us welcome here to name
and use the sovereign gifts
within our human care.
With God's own joy some seem to soar,
a fierce and holy flame;
some gifts are thorns we scarce endure
to touch, of face, or name.
3 "Come, seek my face,"the Giver says,
"with heart and soul and strength;
let fear give way to love;
come, step upon the waves of faith."
Dear Giver, Gift, we seek your face:
you share our thorn, our scar.
We learn your joy when by your grace
we share the gift we are.
4 "Come, learn of me," the Servant says
and multiplies a feast
of loaves and fish, of bread and wine,
transforming every guest.
"Come," says the Host, "from west and east
bring gifts to share– come eat!–
none lost or wasted when God's feast
of joy, will be complete."
Source: The Book of Praise #788