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To be Sung at Meals

Come, let us lengthen out the feast, To thankfulness improve; God in His gifts delight to taste, And pay them back in love.

His Providence supplies our needs, And life and strength imparts; His open hand our bodies feeds, And fills with joy our hearts.

But will He not our souls sustain, And nourish with His grace? Yes; for Thou wilt not say in vain, “My people, seek My face.”

See, then, we take Thee at Thy word, With confidence draw nigh; We claim, and of Thy Spirit, Lord, Expect a fresh supply.

The sinner, when he comes to Thee, His fond pursuits gives o’er; From nature’s sickly cravings free, He pines for earth no more.

Lord, we believe; and taste Thee good, Thee all-sufficient own, And hunger after heavenly food, And thirst for God alone.