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In this mountain shall the Lord, etc.
Isaiah 25:6.
The King of heaven his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board;
Not paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delights afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given,
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls to heaven.
3 You hungry poor, that long have strayed
In sin’s dark mazes, come;
Come from your most obscure retreat,
And grace shall find you room.
4 Millions of souls in glory now
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more still on the way
Around the board appear.
5 Yet are his heart and house so large
That millions more may come:
Nor could the whole assembled world
O’erfill the spacious room.
6 All things are ready: come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder’s name.
Doddridge.