The Lord will feed the poor,

The Lord will feed the poor,
Nor shall their fare be mean;
Rich blessings are in store,
In grace's magazine;
From which rich treasure Christ will feed
The hungry soul that feels his need.

Poor trembling sinner, come
And knock at mercy's door;
Though ruined and undone,
The Lord relieves the poor;
He knows and loves the beggar's knock,
Nor will he send them empty back.

He came to save the lost,
Nor will he change his mind;
The souls that in him trust
He will not leave behind;
With him they shall for ever reign,
And glorify the Lamb once slain.