Come All Ye Pining
Lord, we adore thy boundless grace,
The heights and depths unknown,
Of pardon, life, and joy, and peace,
In thy beloved Son.
Come, all ye pining, hungry poor,
The Saviour’s bounty taste;
Behold a never-failing store
For every willing guest.
O wondrous gifts of love divine,
Dear Source of every good;
Jesus, in thee what glories shine!
How rich thy flowing blood!
Here shall your numerous wants receive
A free, a full supply;
He has unmeasured bliss to give,
And joys that never die.
- Anne Steele, Gadsby #1039