At That Feast Can Sing

What num’rous flocks of birds about me fly?

When saw I one, through want, fall down, and die?

They gather what his hand to them doth bring,

Tho’ but a worm, and at that feast can sing.

How full a table doth My father keep?

Blush then my naughty heart, repent, and weep;

How faithless and distrustful hast thou been,

Altho’ his care and love thou oft hast seen?

-Excerpt from John Flavel’s Poem from Chapter XIII of Navigation Spiritualized