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Fed Upon the Finest of the Wheat (a.k.a. Hungry, Lord, for Thy Word of Truth)

Frederick A. Graves
(1856-1927)

He should have fed them also with the finest of the wheat:
and with honey out of the rock should I have satisfied thee.
Psalms 81:16 KJV
He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
Psalms 147:14 KJV

Hungry, Lord, for Thy Word of truth,
Sitting at my Savior’s feet;
Rising, gleaning, just like Ruth,
Feed me on the finest of the wheat.

Chorus:
Bread of life it is now to me,
Honey, wine and meat;
In Thy love I will ever be
Fed upon the finest of the wheat.

Work for the Master I will do,
Trusting in His strength so great;
Living in His pastures new,
Feed me on the finest of the wheat.

Then to the harvest let us go,
Bugles sounding no retreat;
Workers for Jesus, He wants you
Fed upon the finest of the wheat.

 

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