University of Virginia Library

1121.

[My soul, a dry and barren place]

As rivers of water in a dry place. —xxxii. 2.

My soul, a dry and barren place,
Gasps for the cooling streams of grace;
O might they through the desert roll
Refreshment to my gasping soul!
Jesus, I thirst for Thee, not Thine,
I want the well of life Divine,
The well of life Divine Thou art,
Spring up eternal in my heart.