Thirsting For A Living Spring,
Seeking For A Higher Home,
Resting Where Our Souls Must Cling,
Trusting, Hoping, Lord, We Come.
Glorious Hopes Our Spirit Fill,
When We Feel That Thou Art Near:
Father! Then Our Fears Are Still,
Then The Soul’s Bright End Is Clear.
Life’s Hard Conflict We Would Win,
Read The Meaning Of Life’s Frown;
Change The Thorn-Bound Wreath Of Sin
For The Spirit’s Starry Crown.
Make Us Beautiful Within
By Thy Spirit’s Holy Light:
Guard Us When Our Faith Burns Dim,
Father Of All Love And Might!