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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