154. His are the thousand sparkling rills

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 battle-fields,
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
First Line: His are the thousand sparkling rills
Author: Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-1895
Meter: 8.8.8.6
Language: English
Publication Date: 2010
Scripture:
Topic: Hymns for the Church Year: Good Friday
Tune Information
Name: SAFRON WALDEN
Composer: Arthur Henry Brown, 1830-1926
Meter: 8.8.8.6
Key: D Major



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