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BREAD to pilgrims given,
Richer than angels eat,

O Manna sent from heaven,

For heaven-born natures meet!
Give us, for Thee long pining,
To eat till richly fill'd;
Till, earth's delights resigning,
Our ev'ry wish is still'd!
2 O Fountain! life-bestowing,
From out the Saviour's heart,
A fountain purely flowing,

A Fount of Love Thou art!
Oh, let us, freely tasting,

Our burning thirst assuage!
Thy sweetness, never wasting,
Avails from age to age.

3 Jesus, this feast receiving,
We Thee unseen adore;
Thy faithful word believing,
We take, and doubt no more;
Give us, Thou true and loving,
On earth to live in Thee;
Then, death the veil removing,
Thy glorious face to see!


7s & 6a

8s, 7s & 4s

TOW, in parting, Father, bless us;
Saviour, still Thy peace bestow;
Gracious Comforter, be with us,
As we from Thy table go!
Bless us, bless us,

Father, Son, and Spirit, now!

2 Bless us here, while still as strangers,
Onward to our home we move;
Bless us with eternal blessings,
In our Father's house above.
Ever, ever

Dwelling in the light of love.


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HE Saviour calls; let ev ry ear
Attend the heavenly sourd.

C. M

Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;

And life, and health, and bliss in part
To banish mortal woe.

3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your ev'ry pain:
Immortal fountain! full supplies!
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

4 Ye sinners! come, 't is mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys-
And can you yet delay?

5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts!
To Thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss Thy love imparts
And drink and never die!

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ET ev'ry ear attend,

And ev'ry heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind:

3 Here wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for streams,
And pine away and die,

S. M.

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of mercy here

In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

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H, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!

Suited to ev'ry sinner's case
Who hears the joyful sound.

C. M.

2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls
Are freely welcome here;
Salvation like a river rolls
Abundant, free, and clear.

3 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your ev'ry burden bring;
Here love, unchanging love abounds,
A deep, celestial spring.

4 Whoever will (O gracious word!)
Shall of this stream partake;
Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord,
And drink for Jesus' sake.

5 Millions of sinners vile as you
Have here found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.

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8s & 7s.

YOME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners, ruin'd by the fall;

Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all;
In a full, perpetual tide,
Open'd when our Saviour died.

2 Come in poverty and meanness,
Come defiled, without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,

Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.

Come in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;

Here the guilty free remission,

Here the troubled peace may find:
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.

4 He that drinks shall live forever;
'Tis a soul-renewing flood:
God is faithful; God will never
Break His covenant in blood,
Sign'd when our Redeemer died,
Seal'd when He was glorified.

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8s, 7s & 4s

YOME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity join'd with power:
He is able,

He is willing: doubt no more.

2 Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh —
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him;
This He gives you;

'Tis His Spirit's rising beam.

4 View Him prostrate in the garden; On the ground your Maker lies:

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