EN 88 My Soul Once Had Its Plenteous Years
Gen.41.15
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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.
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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.
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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.
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To Joseph the Egyptians went,
To Jesus I made known my case;
He, when my little stock was spent,
Opened His magazine of grace.
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For He the time of dearth foresaw,
And made provision long before;
That famished souls, like me, might draw
Supplies from His unbounded store.
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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.
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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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