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XXIII “SPRING UP, O WELL!”
(For Whitsunday.)
“Spring up, O Well,” the way is drear,
No pleasant streams are murmuring here;
But barren sands stretch all around,
Where not a shadow cools the ground,
And not a song-bird soothes the ear.
No pleasant streams are murmuring here;
But barren sands stretch all around,
Where not a shadow cools the ground,
And not a song-bird soothes the ear.
O Living Water, let me hear
Thy cadence, musical and clear:
Flowers bloom, birds sing, where Thou art found,—
“Spring up, O Well!”
Thy cadence, musical and clear:
Flowers bloom, birds sing, where Thou art found,—
“Spring up, O Well!”
In Thy still depths will oft appear
An Image fair, which I hold dear—
Whose Presence makes all joys abound,
Whose Voice commingles with Thy sound;
And since He smiles, when Thou art near,
“Spring up, O Well!”
An Image fair, which I hold dear—
Whose Presence makes all joys abound,
Whose Voice commingles with Thy sound;
And since He smiles, when Thou art near,
“Spring up, O Well!”
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