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!
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.
HE Saviour calls; let ev ry ear
Attend the heavenly sourd.
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!
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,
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.
H, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to ev'ry sinner's case
Who hears the joyful sound.
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.
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.
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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