As new-born babes desire the breast,

As new-born babes desire the breast,
To feed, and grow, and thrive;
So saints with joy the gospel taste,
And by the gospel live.

With inward gust their heart approves
All that the Word relates.
They love the men the Father loves,
And hate the works he hates.

Not all the chains that tyrants use
Shall bind their souls to vice;
Faith, like a conqueror, can produce
A thousand victories.

Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The sons of God to sin.

Not by the terrors of a slave,
Do they perform his will;
But with the noblest powers they have,
His sweet commands fulfil.

Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;
Call me a child of thine.
Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

There shed thy choicest loves abroad,
And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I say, "My Father, God,"
With an unwavering tongue.