The vine had budded, blossomed and produced
Its grapes; they had been picked, and dried and pressed
And brought to David’s men, where they conduced
To show the graces Abigail expressed.
So some were given to the Egyptian slave
In his distress, so that his soul grew strong;
As brought back from the frontier of the grave,
He led against those who did David wrong.
Thus David, when he came to celebrate
The ark of God borne to a settled place
Gave with the bread and wine, joy was so great,
A raisin-cake as token of God’s grace.
And now sustaining food from the True Vine
Through grace and pressure may be yours and mine!
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