XXII.
[Thanks be to God, whose truth we prove!]
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To—“Jesus, we hang upon Thy word.”
Thanks be to God, whose truth we prove!
Thou art not, Lord, a wilderness
To those that know Thy pardoning love,
To those who but desire Thy grace;
Thou dost our souls and bodies feed,
And richly grant whate'er we need.
Still, gracious Lord, on us bestow
The meat which earthly minds despise,
And let us all Thy sweetness know,
And sup with Thee in paradise:
Our meat Thy counsel to fulfil,
Our heaven on earth to do Thy will.
