My Soul Once Had Its Plenteous Years

 

VERSE 1

My soul once had its plenteous years,

And throve, with peace and comfort filled,

Like the fat kine and ripened ears,

Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld.

 

VERSE 2

With pleasing frames and grace received,

With means and ordinances fed;

How happy for a while I lived,

And little feared the want of bread.

 

VERSE 3

But famine came and left no sign

Of all the plenty I had seen;

Like the dry ears and half-starved kine,

I then looked withered, faint and lean.

 

VERSE 4

To Joseph the Egyptians went,

To Jesus I made known my case;

He, when my little stock was spent,

Opened His magazine of grace.

 

VERSE 5

For He the time of dearth foresaw,

And made provision long before;

That famished souls, like me, might draw

Supplies from His unbounded store.

 

VERSE 6

Now on His bounty I depend,

And live from fear of dearth secure,

Maintained by such a mighty Friend,

I cannot want till He is poor.

 

VERSE 7

O sinners, hear His gracious call!

His mercy’s door stands open wide,

He has enough to feed you all,

And none who come shall be denied.

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