738    L.M.     J. Swain
The House of Prayer. Isa. 56. 7; Eph. 2. 13

1 Jesus, how heavenly is the place,
  Where thy dear people wait for thee!
  Where the rich fountain of thy grace
  Stands ever open, full, and free.

2 Hungry, and poor, and lame, and blind,
  Hither the blood-bought children fly;
  In thy deep wounds a balsam find,
  And live while they behold thee die.

3 Here they forget their doubts and fears,
  While thy sharp sorrows meet their eyes;
  And bless the hand that dries their tears,
  And each returning want supplies.

4 O the vast mysteries of thy love!
  How high, how deep, how wide it rolls!
  Its fountain springs in heaven above,
  Its streams revive our drooping souls.