And bids your longing appetités

The rich provision taste.

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;
O drive our wants away.

HYMN CXXVI. Jer. XXIII. 6. (C. M.) 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'u:

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

HYMN CXXVII. Jer. L. 5. (C. M.)
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 every 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 111. 4, 5. (P. M. Carey's.)
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;

Oh, 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 O 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 CXXIX. Zech. XII. 10. (c. M.) 1 OH, 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. 1. (c. M.) 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. (L. M.) 1 BLEST 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 Blest 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 Blest 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 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin:

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

5 Blest 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 Blest 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. (c. M)
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 every evening's shade.

3 Oh, 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;