I should like a lake of finest ale
For the King of kings.
I should like a table of the choicest food
For the family of heaven.
Let the ale be made from the fruits of faith.
And the food be forgiving love.
I should welcome the poor at my feast,
For they are God’s children.
I should welcome the sick at my feast,
For they are God’s joy.
Let the poor sit with Jesus at the highest place,
And the sick dance with the angels.
God bless the poor,
God bless the sick,
And bless our human race.
God bless our food,
God bless our drink,
All homes, O god, embrace.
For the King of kings.
I should like a table of the choicest food
For the family of heaven.
Let the ale be made from the fruits of faith.
And the food be forgiving love.
I should welcome the poor at my feast,
For they are God’s children.
I should welcome the sick at my feast,
For they are God’s joy.
Let the poor sit with Jesus at the highest place,
And the sick dance with the angels.
God bless the poor,
God bless the sick,
And bless our human race.
God bless our food,
God bless our drink,
All homes, O god, embrace.
2 comments:
Did you write this? This is beautiful...
No, it's all old ancient songs and hymns and stuff. Isn't it great, though?
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