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2 A spring, that issues from a rock,
Where purest waters flow;
May to these waters go. 3 No spring will quench a thirst like this !
It makes a conscience whole, Inspires the heart with heavenly bliss,
And purifies the soul. 4 Whoe'er can truly say, I thirst,
May come and take his fill, 'Tis free for sinners, vile and lost;
'Tis God who works the will. 5 Its owner is a heavenly King,
And by his winning ways,
Who drink, and sing his praise.
Or backward I shall start;
So fearful is my heart.
“And the Lord shut him in." WHEN Noah, with his favour'd few,
Was order'd to embark,
Enter'd on board his ark.
With bar, or bolt, or pin,
3 The waters then might swell their tides, :
The billows rage and roar,
Nor burst the batter'd door.
Quicken'd by vital faith, Eternal life at once receive,
And never shall see death. 5 In his own heart the Christian puts
No trust; but builds his hopes On him that opes, and no map shuts; . .
And shuts, and no man opes. 6 In Christ, his ark, he safely rides,
Not wreck'd by death nor sin. ,
The Lord has shut him in.
Praying for Humility.
Weaned from the lust of praise. 3 All that feeds my busy pride,
Cast it evermore aside;
4 Make me like a little child,
Of my strength and wisdom spoil'd,
Walking only in thy might.
Where a weary soul may rest;
Flowing from thy precious blood. 6 In this posture let me live,
And hosannas daily give;
“ Wait on the Lord."
Ye broken hearts all, who cry out “Unclean,”
And taste of the gall of in-dwelling sin; Lamenting it truly, and loathing it too, And seeking help duly, as sinners must do; 2 The Lord whom ye seek, is nigh to your call,
Attends when you speak, nor lets a word fall; Your sorrow and sighing are feli in his breast; He pities your crying, and will give you rest. 3 If often he hides his face from his friends,
And silent abides for merciful ends, At length he uncovers himself from his cloud, And sweetly discovers his face and his blood. 4 All penitent cries his Spirit imparts, And fetcheth out sighs from sin-feeling hearts;
He puts you in mourning, the dress that you
want, A meek suit adorning both sinner and saint. 5 A time he has set to heal up your woes,
A season most fit his love to disclose,
“ Behold the Man."-Johu xix. 5
Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 See there his temples crown'd with thorns !
His bleeding hands extended wide!
The fountain gushing from his side! 3 O, thou dear suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Help me to taste thy dying love.
And tremble, and asunder part:
O, rend with thy expiring breath ! The harder marble of my heart!
“He bore our sips in his own body on the tree." On the wings of faith uprising,
Jesus crucified I see;
While his love, my soul surprising,
Cries, I suffer'd all for thee!
Sin does like itself appear;
I can read my pardon there.
While this balm of life I prove,
Flowing with eternal love.
Who can hear and nothing feel?
Yet retain a heart of steel?
What the God of love could mean, When he tore the heart asunder, Never once defiled with sin! 690.
“ A remnant shall be saved."
On wings of love the Saviour flies,
To take a human birth;
And think him nothing worth.