Text: | His are the thousand sparkling rills |
Author: | C. F. Alexander |
Tune: | SAFFRON WALDEN |
Composer: | A. H. Brown |
1 His are the thousand sparkling rills
That from a thousand fountains burst;
And fill with music all the hills:
And yet He saith "I thirst."
2 All fiery pangs on battlefields,
On fever beds where sick men toss,
Are in that human cry He yields
To anguish on the cross.
3 But more than pains that racked Him then
Was the deep longing thirst divine
That thirsted for the souls of men:
Dear Lord! and one was mine.
4 O Love most patient, give me grace;
Make all my soul athirst for Thee;
That parched dry lip, that fading face,
That thirst, were all for me.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | His are the thousand sparkling rills |
Author: | C. F. Alexander |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1920 |
Topic: | Lent: Holy Week |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | SAFFRON WALDEN |
Composer: | A. H. Brown |
Meter: | 8.8.8.6. |
Key: | D Major |
Notes: | Public Domain. |