| Song | The King Of Heaven His Table |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | The King Of Heaven His Table |
| Theme(s) | Invitations |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
The King Of Heaven His Table Spreads,
And Dainties Crown The Board;
Not Paradise, With All Its Joys,
Could Such Delights Afford.
Pardon And Peace To Dying Men,
And Endless Life Are Given,
Through The Rich Blood That Jesus Shed,
To Raise Our Souls To Heaven.
You Hungry Poor, That Long Have Strayed
In Sin’s Dark Mazes, Come;
Come From Your Most Obscure Retreat,
And Grace Shall Find You Room.
Millions Of Souls In Glory Now
Were Fed And Feasted Here;
And Millions More Still On The Way
Around The Board Appear.
Yet Are His Heart And House So Large
That Millions More May Come:
Nor Could The Whole Assembled World
Overfill The Spacious Room.
All Things Are Ready: Come Away,
Nor Weak Excuses Frame;
Crowd To Your Places At The Feast,
And Bless The Founder’s Name.
