Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 11

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.

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.