When fainting in the sultry waste

Verse 1

When fainting in the sultry waste, And parch'd with thirst extream, The weary pilgrim longs to taste The cool, refreshing stream;

Verse 2

Should, sudden, to his hopeless eye A crystal spring appear, How would th' enliv'ning sweet supply His drooping spirits cheer!

Verse 3

So longs the weary fainting mind, Oppress'd with sins and woes, Some soul-reviving spring to find, Whence heav'nly comfort flows.

Verse 4

Thus sweet the consolations are, The promises impart; Here flowing streams of life appear, To ease the panting heart.

Verse 5

O may I thirst for thee, my God, With ardent, strong desire; And still through all this desert road, To taste thy grace aspire.

Verse 6

Then shall my prayer to thee ascend, A grateful sacrifice; My plaintive voice thou wilt attend, And grant me full supplies.