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AN ACT OF DESIRE.
AS the wearied hart thirsts after the fountains of water, so doth my soul pant after Thee, my Saviour! my Lord! and my Jesus! It ardently longs to drink of those fountains, which Thy love has opened for its comfort and relief. Tired, therefore, with my own evil ways, I now return hungry and thirsty, crying out aloud, have mercy on me, O Son of God, and permit me to taste of Thy banquet, that my soul may be refreshed. O that I had the affections of the heavenly
