SATB Choir and Organ. Lushness abounds in this Eucharistic anthem. Use anytime of year for communion, but this is also a wonderful All Saints text by Philip Doddridge.
The King of heav'n His table spreads,
And blessings crown the board;
Not paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.
Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
Yet is his house and heart so large
that millions more may come;
Nor could the wide assembling world
O'erfill the spacious room.
All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Come to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder’s Name.