Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 50

Father of everlasting love,
Whose bowels of compassion move
To all Thy gracious hands have made,
See, in the howhng desert see
A soul from Egypt brought by Thee,
And help me with Thy constant aid.

Ah, do not, Lord, Thine own forsake,
Nor let my feeble soul look back,
Or basely turn to sin again;
No, never let me faint or tire,
But travel on in strong desire,
Till I my heavenly Canaan gain.