There Is A Stream,
Whose Gentle Flow
Supplies The City Of Our God;
Life, Love, And Joy,
Still Gliding Through,
And Watering Our Divine Abode.

That Sacred Stream, Thy Holy Word,
Supports Our Faith, Our Fears Controls;
Sweet Peace Thy Promises Afford,
And Give New Strength
To Fainting Souls.

Loud May The Troubled Ocean Roar:
In Sacred Peace Our Souls Abide;
While Every Nation, Every Shore.
Trembles, And Dreads
The Swelling Tide.