1 Oh if for me the cup you fill,
Then fill it from the gushing rill,
With water pure and sparkling bright,
As clear as truth, and free as light.
Then if for me, the cup you fill,
O fill it from the gushing rill.
2 Speak not to me of ruby wine,
Of nectar cups and draughts divine,
The taste of bitter tears is there,
For those we love and hold most dear. [Refrain]
3 Give not to me the mantling brim,
Whose dancing bubbles gaily swim,
For in each shining crystal round,
A deadly lurking fiend is found. [Refrain]
Source: Triumphant Songs No.3 #47