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Spring up, O well, sweet fountain, spring

Spring up, O well, sweet fountain, spring

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 1 hymnal

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Spring up, O well! sweet fountain, spring!
And fructify the desert sand;
Sing ye that drink; the waters sing,
They dance along the, smiling land;
With flowers adorn, with verdure bless,
The waste and howling wilderness.

Ho, every one that thirsts draw nigh,
With sickness fainting, worn with toil;
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Let him that hath no money buy,
Buy milk and honey, wine and oil,
The fourfold streams of Paradise,
Priceless, because above all price.

Come to the pools, ye lame and blind;
Ye lepers, to this Jordan come;
Sight, strength, and healing each may find;
Approach the waves, ye deaf and dumb;
Their joyful sound ye soon shall hear,
And your own voice delight your ear.

In every form the waters run,
Rill, river, torrent, lake, and sea;
Through every clime beneath the sun,
Free as the air, as daylight free,
Till earth's whole face the floods o'erweep,
As ocean's tides the channel'd deep.

As moved with mighty wings outspread,
God's Spirit o'er the formless void,
So be that Spirit's influence shed
To new-create a world destroy'd;
Till all that died through Adam's fall
Revive in Christ, who died for all.

Sacred Poems and Hymns

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Spring up, O well, sweet fountain, spring
Author: James Montgomery
Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8
Language: English



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