Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1843
Compiler: A Campbell/ W Scott/ B W Stone/ J T Johnson
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: The King of heav'n his table spreads
Topic: Recruiting Songs
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune: Exhortations
Hymn Number: Song 68 (part I)
Page Number: 144 (part I), click to see hymnal pages
LyicsTHE King of heav'n his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board;
Not Paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delights afford.
Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv'n,
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls to heav'n.
You hungry poor, that long have stray'd
In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come from your most obscure retreats,
And grace shall find you room.
Millions of souls in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more still on the way,
Around the board appear.
Yet is his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come;
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'erfill the spacious room.
All things are ready; come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.