By A Collection of Hymns

      8s.
      1 THE thirsty are called to their Lord,
      His glorious appearing to see;
      And, drawn by the power of his word,
      The promise I know is for me:
      I thirst for the streams of thy grace,
      I gasp for the Spirit of love,
      I long for a glimpse of thy face,
      And then to behold it above.

      2 Thy call I exult to obey,
      And come, in the spirit of prayer,
      Thy joy in that happiest day,
      Thy kingdom of glory, to share;
      To drink the pure river of bliss,
      With life everlasting o'erflowed,
      Implunged in the crystal abyss,
      And lost in the ocean of God.