The Gospel Feast

Verse 1

How rich are thy provisions, Lord, Thy table furnish'd from above! The fruits of life o'erspread the board; The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.

Verse 2

Thine ancient family, the Jews, Were first invited to the feast: We humbly take what they refuse, And Gentiles thy salvation taste.

Verse 3

Let the vain world pronounce its shame, And fling their scandals on thy cause: We come to boast our Saviour's name. And make our triumphs in his cross.

Verse 4

With joy we tell the scoffing age: He, that was dead, hath left the tomb. He lives above their utmost rage, And we are waiting till he come.