The King of Heaven His Table Spreads

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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 1841

Hymn 191
1. The King of heav'n 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 giv'n,
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls in heav'n.

3. You hungry poor, that long have strayed
In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come from your most obscure retreats,
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 is his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come;
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'er fill 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.