3 This land, through which his pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry;
But streams of grace from him o'erflow,
Their thirst to satisfy.
4 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head,
To this almighty Rock they run,
And find refreshing shade.
5 How glorious he! how happy they,
In their almighty Friend!
His love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.
EAL us, Emmanuel! here we are,
Waiting thy pow'r to feel;
Deep-wounded souls to thee repair,
That thou their wounds mayst heal.
2 Our faith is feeble, we confess;
We faintly trust thy word;
But wilt thou pity us the less?
Be that far from thee, Lord!
3 Remember him who once applied,
With trembling, for relief;
"Lord, I believe," with tears, he cried,
Help thou mine unbelief."
4 She, who to Jesus in the press
To touch his garment stole,
Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace;
Thy faith hath made thee whole.'
5 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come,
To touch thee, if we may:
Oh! send us not despairing home;
Send none unheal'd away.
EAR what God the Lord hath spoken:
"Oh! my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
"Fair abodes I build for you:
2 "Thorns of heartfelt tribulation
"Shall no more perplex your ways;
walls salvation,
"And your gates shall all be 'praise.'
3 "Ye no suns again descending,
"Ye no waning moons shall see;
"But, your transient darkness ending,
"Ye shall find your light in me."
[IGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng;
For angels no such love have known,
To wake their grateful song.
2 Good-will to sinful man is shewn,
And peace on earth is giv'n;
For, lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
With life and light, from heav'n.
3 Justice and grace, in sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;
Let heav'n and earth in concert sing,
"The promis'd Child is born."
4 Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And in our lives display'd!
1 66 HO! ev'ry one that thirsts draw nigh;"
Sinner, the voice of mercy hear:
The broken heart, the contrite sigh,
The burden'd soul, are welcome here.
2 Behold! a healing fountain springs,
Drawn from the Saviour's piercèd side:
Peace, pardon, joy, to all it brings,-
The blood of Jesus crucified.
3 Come, then! the Spirit calls:-come near,
In humble faith, in filial love;
Drink comfort for thy sorrows here,
And taste on earth the bliss above.
OW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide;
Their help, Omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness we adore;
We praise thee for thy mercies past,
And trust thy grace for more.
4 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to thee.
OW beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
2 How welcome is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Saviour King!
He reigns and triumphs there.
3 How happy are our ears,
That hear the joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The Lord makes bare his arm,
Through all the earth abroad:
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God!
OW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchang'd can never rise
To find its rest in God.
2 Can pow'r, except a pow'r divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine,
To form the heart anew!
3 "Tis thine th' affections to recal,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes
4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live:
A beam of heav'n, a vital ray,
"Tis thine alone to give!
OW large the promise, how divine,
To Abr'am and his seed!
"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need.”
2 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,
To our forefathers giv'n;
He takes young children in his arms,
And calls them heirs of heav'n.
3 Our God, how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out the children's name.
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