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S the  wearied  hart  thirsts after the  fountains  of water,  so  doth  my  soul  pant after Thee,  my  Saviour! my Lord! and my  Jesus! It ardently longs  to  drink  of those  fountains,  which  Thy love has  opened  for  its  comfort and  relief. Tired, therefore, with  my  own  evil  ways, I now  return  hungry  and thirsty, crying  out  aloud,  have mercy on  me,  O  Son  of  God, and permit  me  to  taste  of  Thy banquet, that  my  soul  may be refreshed. O that  I  had the affections  of  the  heavenly