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.]
