672    148th     John Berridge
Spiritual Longing. Ps. 119. 174; 55. 6

1 Jesus, I long for thee,
  And sigh for Canaan’s shore,
  Thy lovely face to see,
  And all my warfare o’er;
  Here billows break upon my breast
  And brooding sorrows steal my rest.

2 [I mourn to see thy blood
  So foully trampled on;
  And sinners, daring God,
  To swift destruction run;
  With heedless heart and simpering face,
  They dance the hell-ward road apace.]

3 I pant, I groan, I grieve
  For my untoward heart;
  How full of doubts I live,
  Though full of grace thou art!
  What poor returns I make to thee
  For all the mercy shown to me!

4 And must I ever smart,
  A child of sorrows here?
  Yet, Lord, be near my heart,
  To soothe each rising tear;
  Then at thy bleeding cross I’ll stay,
  And sweetly weep my life away.