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2 See, the streams of living waters

Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint, when such a river
Ever will their thirst assauge?
Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.

Thus deriving from their banner,

Light by night, and shade by day,

Safe they feed upon the manna,
Which He gives them when they pray.

4 Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Washed in the Redeemer's blood!

Jesus, Whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God.

'Tis His love His people raises

Over self to reign as kings:

And as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank-offering brings. Amen.

JOHN NEWTON

A-men.

2 Elect from every nation,

Yet one o'er all the earth,

Her charter of salvation,

One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses,

Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.

3 Though with a scornful wonder, Men see her sore opprest,

By schisms rent asunder,

By heresies distrest;

Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, "How long?" And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song.

2 Keep her life and doctrine pure, Help her, patient to endure, Trusting in Thy promise sure: We beseech Thee, hear us. 3 Be Thou with her all the days, May she, safe from error's ways, Toil for Thine eternal praise:

We beseech Thee, hear us. 4 All her fettered powers release, Bid our strife and envy cease, Grant the heavenly gift of peace: We beseech Thee, hear us. 5 May she one in doctrine be, One in truth and charity, Winning all to faith in Thee:

We beseech Thee, hear us.

6 May she guide the poor and blind, Seek the lost until she find, And the broken-hearted bind:

We beseech Thee, hear us.

7 Save her love from growing cold,
Make her watchmen strong and bold:
Fence her round, Thy peaceful fold:
We beseech Thee, hear us.

8 May her lamp of truth be bright,
Bid her bear aloft its light
Through the realms of heathen night:
We beseech Thee, hear us.

9 Arm her soldiers with the cross,
Brave to suffer toil or loss,
Counting earthly gain but dross:
We beseech Thee, hear us.

10 May she holy triumphs win,
Overthrow the hosts of sin,
Gather all the nations in:

We beseech Thee, hear us.

11 Fit her all Thy joy to share
In the home Thou dost prepare.
And be ever blessèd there:
We beseech Thee, hear us. Amen.
THOMAS B. POLLOCK, alt.