Plenty in a Time of Dearth
John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 11
|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.
2. With pleasing frames and grace received,
3. But famine came and left no sign,
|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.
5. For he the time of dearth foresaw,
6. Now on his bounty I depend,
|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.