15 Hymn 11
John Newton
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Plenty in a time of dearth.
Gen 41:5616 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. | 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. | 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. | To Joseph the Egyptians went, To Jesus I made known my case; He, when my little stock was spent, Opened his magazine of grace. | For he the time of dearth foresaw, And made provision long before; That famished souls, like me, might draw Supplies from his unbounded store. | 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. | 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. | |