The Table - Chris Tomlin

I will feast at the table of the Lord

I will feast at the table of the Lord

I won’t hunger anymore

At His table

Come all you weary;

come and find

His yoke is easy;

His burden light

He is able;

He will restore

At the table of the Lord

There is peace at the table of the Lord

There is peace at the table of the Lord

I won’t worry anymore

At His table

There is healing at the table of the Lord

There is healing at the table of the Lord

I won’t suffer anymore

At His table

Come all you weary;

come and find

His yoke is easy;

His burden light

He is able;

He will restore

At the table of the Lord

I know He has a place for me

Oh, what joy will fill my heart

With the saints around the mercy seat of God

Come all you weary;

come and find

His yoke is easy;

his burden light

He is able;

He will restore

At the table of the Lord

At the table of the Lord

I’m invited to the table of the Lord

I’m invited to the table of the Lord

He says, «Come just as you are»

To His table