A Living Stream, as Crystal Clear

A liv­ing stream

as crys­tal clear

Welling from out the throne

Of God and of the Lamb on high

The Lord to man hath shown.

This stream doth wa­ter para­dise

It makes the an­gels sing:

One pre­cious drop with­in the heart

Is of all joy the spring:

Joy past all speech

of glo­ry full

But stored where none may know

As man­na hid in dewy heav­en

As pearls in ocean low.

Eye hath not seen

nor ear hath heard

Nor to man’s heart hath come

What for those lov­ing Thee in truth

Thou hast in love’s own home.

But by His Spir­it He to us

The sec­ret doth re­veal:

Faith sees and hears: but O for wings

That we might taste

and feel;

Wings like a dove to waft us on

High o’er the flood of sin!

Lord of the ark

put forth Thine hand

And take Thy wan­der­ers in.

O praise the Fa­ther

praise the Son

The Lamb for sin­ners given

And Ho­ly Ghost

through whom alone

Our hearts are raised to Heav’n.