CXXXI. The fatal Consequences of forsaking the Hope of Israel.

GREAT Object of thine Israel's Hope,
Its Saviour, and its Praise,
Attend, while we to thee devote
The Remnant of our Days.

How wretched they that leave the LORD,
And from his Word withdraw,
That lose his Gospel from their Sight,
And wander from his Law!

O thou eternal Spring of Good,
Whence living Waters flow,
Let not our thirsty erring Souls
To broken Cisterns go.

Like Characters inscrib'd in Dust
Are Sinners borne away;
And all the Treasures, they can boast,
The Portion of a Day.

But, LORD, to Thee my Heart shall turn
To heal it, and to save;
The Joys, that from thy Favour flow,
Shall bloom beyond the Grave.