a hymn on satisfaction

Your strange mercy has reached into my soul,
And made the old self new.
And when from the depths, I hear myself cry,
I know it's not me but You.

Ah, blessed grace that holds me close
And speaks of hope to come-
When my hungry soul is fed,
and I need no light or sun.

CHORUS:
O Christ, O Saviour, O First fruit,
O Maker, and my God,
My hope, my ache, my thirst, my goal,
In You is satisfied.

Dear maker of this dying world,
Of man and beast and sea,
When will you loose the binding chains,
And set the captives free?

Your tribes dispersed await that day,
With expectations great,
When Christ, their life, appears again,
And wipes their tears away.

CHORUS

In the promise of your Word,
We now are made to rest.
For we know that all our needs
And hopes in You are met.

O grace that we cannot explain,
O love that is so deep-
Keep our eyes afixed on You,
O Shepherd of your sheep.

CHORUS



"Then he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of its street. On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. There will no longer be any curse; and the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and His bond-servants will serve Him; they will see His face, and His name will be on their foreheads. And there will no longer be any night; and they will not have need of the light of a lamp nor the light of the sun, because the Lord God will illumine them and they will reign forever and ever."
Revelation 22:1-5