Fresh Springs

Hear the Father's ancient promise !
Listen, thirsty, weary one !
'I will pour My Holy Spirit
On Thy chosen seed, O Son.'
Promise to the Lord's Anointed,
Gift of God to Him for thee !
Now, by covenant appointed,
All thy springs in Him shall be.

Springs of life in desert places
Shall thy God unseal for thee ;
Quickening and reviving graces,
Dew-like, healing, sweet and free.
Springs of sweet refreshment flowing,
When thy work is hard or long,
Courage, hope, and power bestowing,
Lightening labour with a song.

Springs of peace, when conflict heightens,
Thine uplifted eye shall see ;
Peace that strengthens, calms, and brightens,
Peace itself a victory.
Springs of comfort, strangely springing,
Through the bitter wells of woe ;
Founts of hidden gladness, bringing
Joy that earth can ne'er bestow.

Thine, O Christian, is this treasure,
To Thy risen Head assured !
Thine in full and gracious measure,
Thine by covenant secured !
Now arise ! His word possessing,
Claim the promise of the Lord ;
Plead through Christ for showers of blessing,
Till the Spirit be outpoured !