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.

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

3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,
And help was far, and death was nigh!
But, at the gospel call we came,
And ev'ry want receiv'd supply.

4 From the high way that leads to hell,
From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.

5 What shall we pay th' eternal Son,
That left the heav'n of his abode,
And to this wretched earth came down,
To bring us wand'rers back to God!

6 It cast him death, to save our lives;
To buy our souls, ti cast his won;
And all the unknown joys he gives,
Were bought with agonies unknwon.

7 Our everlasting love is due
To him that ransom'd sinners lost;
And pity'd rebels, when he knew
The vast expense his love would cost.

8 To God the Father, God the son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory giv'n
By all on earth, and all in heav'n.