Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 11

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11.
Plenty in the Time of Dearth.—Gen. xli, 56.

1 My soul once had its plenteous years, And throve, with peace and comfort fill'd, Like the fat kine and ripen'd ears Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld.
2 With pleasing frames and grace received, With means and ordinances fed, How happy for a while I lived, And little fear'd the want of bread!
3 But famine came, and left no sign Of all the plenty I had seen; Like the dry ears and half-starved kine, I then look'd wither'd, faint, and lean.
4 To Joseph the Egyptians went; To Jesus I made known my case: He, when my little stock was spent, Open'd his magazine of grace.
5 For he the time of dearth foresaw, And made provision long before; That famish'd souls, like me, might draw Supplies from his unbounded store.
6 Now on his bounty I depend, And live from fear of dearth secure: Maintain'd by such a mighty friend, I cannot want till he is poor.
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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.

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