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The Free Feast. Isa. 55. 1, 2; Luke. 1. 53

J. Hart            S.M.

1
The God that first us chose,
 The eternal Father, praise;
 What wondrous bounties he bestows;
 And by what wondrous ways!

2
His creatures all are filled
 By him with proper food;
 But O! he gives to every child
 His Son’s own flesh and blood.

3
Here hungry souls appear,
 And eat celestial bread;
 The needy beggar banquets here,
 With royal dainties fed.

4
Here thirsty souls approach,
 And drink immortal wine:
 The entertainment is for such,
 Prepared by grace divine.

5
[God bids us bring no price;
 The feast is furnished free;
 His bounteous hand the poor supplies,
 And who more poor than we?

6
His Spirit from above
 The Father sends us down,
 And looks with everlasting love
 On all that love the Son.]