O River of God, Thy quickening streams
Cause me to bud again;
My winter past as one who dreams
I see my Summer reign.
For my bare height fresh pasture yields,
Where never grass did grow;
And in the borders of my fields
I see fair lilies blow.
My glowing sand becomes a pool
And all around is green,
And all is restful, quiet, cool,
As in a deep ravine.
O for a worthy song to sing
Thy goodness unto me.
Lord Jesus, my eternal Spring,
All glory be to Thee.
