And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

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

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

5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join:
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies;
Oh, drive our wants away.

HYMN CXXVI. Jer. xxIII. 6.

1 SAVIOUR divine! we know thy name,
And in that name we trust:
Thou art the Lord our Righteousness,
Thou art thine Israel's boast.

2 Guilty we plead before thy throne,
And low in dust we lie,

Till Jesus stretch his gracious arm
To bring the guilty nigh.

3 The sins of one most righteous day
Might plunge us in despair;
Yet all the crimes of num'rous years
Shall our great Surety clear.

4 That spotless robe, which he hath Shall deck us all around;

Nor by the piercing eye of God

One guilty spot be found.

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5 Pardon, and peace, and lively hope,

To sinners now are giv'n;

Israel and Judah soon shall change
Their wilderness for heav'n.

HYMN CXXVII. Jer. L. 5.

1 ZION! the city of our God,
How glorious is the place!
The Saviour there has his abode,
And sinners see his face.

2 Firm against ev'ry adverse shock,
Its mighty bulwarks prove;
'Tis built upon the living Rock,
And wall'd around with love.

3 There all the fruits of glory grow,
And joys that never die;

And streams of grace and knowledge flow
The soul to satisfy.

4 Come, set your faces Zion-ward,
The sacred road inquire;
And let an union to the Lord
Be henceforth your desire!

5 The gospel shines to give you light,
No longer then delay;

The Spirit waits to guide you right,
And Jesus is the way.

6 O Lord, regard thy people's prayer,
Thy promise now fulfil;

And young and old by grace prepare,
To dwell on Zion's hill.

HYMN CXXVIII. Hosea XIV. 4.

1 WEARY of wand'ring from my God,
And now made willing to return,

I hear and bow me to the rod;
For thee not without hope I mourn:

I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love. 2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face;

Open the ark, and take me in :
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:
The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer. 4 Oh, give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at th' approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant and root it deep within; That I may dread thy gracious power, And never dare offend thee more.

HYMN XXIX. Zech. XII. 10.

1 Он, if my soul were form'd for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,

And groan'd away a dying life
For thee, my soul, for thee.

3 Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine,
That crucified my God,

Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die;
My heart has so decreed:
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

HYMN CXXX. Zech. XIII. i.

1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!

3 Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 But when this lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save.

HYMN CXXXI. Matt. v. 3-12.

1 BLESS'D are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty: Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n. 2 Bless'd are the souls who thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness:

They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread. 3 Bless'd are the men whose bowels move, And melt with sympathy and love: From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again.

4 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are From the defiling power of sin:

[clean With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity.

5 Bless'd are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife:
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.
6 Bless'd are the suff'rers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake:
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.

HYMN CXXXII. Matt. vi. 6.
1 FATHER divine, thy piercing eye
Sees through the darkest night:
In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.

2 There may that piercing eye survey
My duteous homage paid,
With every morning's dawning ray,
And ev'ry evening's shade.

3 O let thine own celestial fire
The incense still inflame;

While my warm vows to thee aspire,
Through my Redeemer's name.

4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless: