Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 6

Hear all the Saviour's cry
On this great festal day,
' The man that would on Me rely,
That would be happy, may:
If any of all mankind
Is now athirst for God,
Now let him come to Me, and find
And drink the living flood.

"He that believes on Me,
The word of truth shall feel,
The wilderness a pool shall be,
The heath a springing well;
Forth from that faithful soul
Rivers of life shall flow,
And streams of grace eternal roll
O'er all the earth below."

Lord, we with joy embrace,
(What all may find fulfill'd,)
The promise made to all our race,
And to believers seal'd:
Who in Thy merit trust,
Thy Spirit still receive,
And temples of the Holy Ghost,
And fill'd with God they live.

The Spirit of their God,
Doth in the saints abide,
He is, He is by Thee bestow'd,
For Thou art glorified;
Thy blood's unceasing prayer,
And strong prevailing plea,
Hath now obtain'd the Comforter
For all mankind, and me.

Lord, I believe the sure
Irrevocable word,
And come to Thee distress'd and poor,
To Thee my faithful Lord;
I come athirst and faint
Thy Spirit to receive,
Give me the Gift for which I pant,
Thyself the Giver give.

In this accepted hour
The promised GOD impart,
Open a spring of life and power
Eternal in my heart:
To all the world below
So shall my bowels move,
So shall my heart like Thine o'erflow
With everlasting love.