A Feast of Fat things

LOrd, thou art great, and also good;
Thy Love and Grace is such,
Thou giv'st poor hungry Souls sweet Food,
And nothing think'st too much;

For them who unto Christ do come,
All things prepared be;
No sooner do they once come home,
But welcome are to thee.

The fatted Calf, and Bread indeed,
And precious Wine good store;
And all things else which Sinners need,
Are ready for the Poor:

Where feed and feast all on free cost
May such who hungry be;
All is of Grace, that none may boast,
But only, Lord, in thee.

O then let's eat and drink the best.
And praise the Lord above;
And lean upon his dearest Breast
Till ravished with Love.