CXLVII. The Waters of the Sanctuary healing the dead Sea.

GREAT Source of Being and of Love,
Thou wat'rest all the Worlds above,
And all the Joys we Mortals know
From thine exhaustless Fountain flow.

A sacred Spring at thy Command
From Zion's Mount, in Canaan's Land,
Beside thy Temple, cleaves the Ground,
And pours its limpid Stream around.

The limpid Stream with sudden Force
Swells to a River in its Course;
Thro' desart Realms its Windings play,
And scatter Blessings all the Way.

Close by its Banks in Order fair
The blooming Trees of Life appear;
Their Blossoms fragrant Odours give,
And on their Fruit the Nations live.

To the dead Sea the Waters flow,
And carry Healing as they go;
Its poys'nous Dregs their Pow'r confess,
And all its Shores the Fountain bless.

Flow, wond'rous Stream with Glory crown'd,
Flow on to Earth's remotest Bound;
And bear us on thy gentle Wave
To him, who all thy Virtues gave.