The Water of Life (Ferguson)

O the joy—tell it out

My soul’s vic­to­ry;

I must raise my glad shout

The Lord hath blessed me;

He whis­pered

I love thee

Why keep up the strife?

I yield­ed

He gave me

The water of life.

O the wa­ter of life

With sal­va­tion is rife

And the Sav­ior gives free­ly

This wa­ter of life.

In the serv­ice of sin

I lost my good name;

War with­out and with­in

No guer­don but shame;

Then at last

when un­done

I ceased the vain strife;

T’my soul

then from God’s Son

Came wa­ter of life.

This fount­ain of cleans­ing

Is open to all

Who

seek­ing the bless­ing

On Je­sus Christ call;

Now go to Him

friend­less

There’s death in the strife

But bliss that is end­less

Thro’ wa­ter of life.