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 And bid your longing appetites

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.

Rivers of love and mercy here,

In a rich ocean join;

Salvation in abundance flows

Like floods of milk and wine.

The gates of glorious gospel grace,

Stand open night and day:

Lord, we are come to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away.

What fair one is this, from the wilderness trav'ling,

Looking for Christ, the belov'd of her heart?

O, this is the church, the fair bride of the Savior,

Which with every idol is willing to part.

While men in contention, are constantly howling,