Ho, ye that thirst! to you my grace

8 Ho, ye that thirst! to you my grace
shall hidden streams disclose,
and open full the sacred spring,
whence life for ever flows.

9 Bless’d is the man that overcomes;
I’ll own him for a son;
a rich inheritance rewards
the conquests he hath won.
10 But bloody hands and hearts unclean,
and all the lying race,
the faithless, and the scoffing crew,
who spurn at offer'11d grace;

11 They, seiz'd by justice, shall be doom'd
in dark abyss to lie,
and in the fiery burning lake
the second death shall die.
12 O may we stand before the Lamb,
when earth and seas are fled,
and hear the judge pronounce our name,
with blessings on our head!

Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R67b