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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