Glory be unto the Lord, we can bear witness that we daily and hourly receive fresh supplies of grace from him. No good thing hath he withheld from us. His praise shall continually be in our mouths.
Poor needy souls athirst and faint,
Who gasp for my redeeming love;
I will attend to their complaint,
And pour them rivers from above.
Water’d by me, the desert-soul,
The garden of the Lord shall prove,
Replenished as a wide-spread pool,
By springs of everlasting love.