At the Table of the King

Verse 1

I was starving in the desert For a crumb of living bread, When the Lord my wand’ring footsteps To his own pavilion led. Tho’ the waves may roll around me, Shadows to the hillside cling, Yet I’m feasting, daily feasting, At the table of the King.

Chorus

At the table of the King, I am feasting at the table of the King; Of his goodness I am telling, Of his wondrous love I’ll sing.

Verse 2

I was wounded in the battle, Crippled by the darts of sin, But my Savior, in his mercy, Brought his healing pow’r within; For his uttermost salvation Let unceasing praises ring, While I’m feasting, daily feasting, At the table of the King.

Verse 3

In his word there’s full provision, For his children, goodly fare; Here are milk and wine and honey, Every blessing I may share; His bright banner floats above me, Love its spicy sweets will bring, While I’m feasting, daily feasting, At the table of the King.