CCXXI. The Spirit's Influences compared to living Water.

BLEST Jesus, Source of Grace divine;
What Soul-refreshing Streams are Thine!
O bring these healing Waters nigh,
Or we must droop, and fall, and die.

No Traveller thro' desart Lands,
'Midst scorching Suns, and burning Sands,
More eager longs for cooling Rain,
Or pants the Current to obtain.

Our longing Souls aloud would sing,
Spring up, celestial Fountain, spring;
To a redundant River slow,
And chear this thirsty Land below.

May this blest Torrent near my Side
Thro' all the Desart gently glide;
Then in Emanuel's Land above
Spread to a Sea of Joy and Love.