The King of heaven His table spreads

409 Dundee (French). C. M.

1 The King of heaven His table spreads,
   And blessings crown the board;
   Not paradise, with all its joys,
   Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
   And endless life are given,
   Thro' the rich blood that Jesus shed
   To raise our souls to heaven.

3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
   Were fed and feasted here;
   And millions more, still on the way,
   Around the board appear.

4 All things are ready, come away,
   Nor weak excuses frame;
   Come to your places at the feast,
   And bless the Founder’s Name.
                         Philip Doddridge
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition

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Well, it's bit more popular than yesterday's hymn! But not by much, occurring in only 230 hymnals. Hymnary.org adds a couple of verses:

3 Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd
   In sin’s dark mazes, come:
   Come from the hedges and highways
   And grace shall find you room.

5 Yet is His house and heart so large,
   That thousands more may come;
   Nor could the wide assembling world
   O’erfill the spacious room.

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