1 The word of truth’s a spacious field,
Adorned with fragrant flowers;
A golden mine, where we may search,
And make the treasure ours.
2 Here streams of milk and honey flow,
Diwinely rich and free;
Here Christ unveils His lovely face,
And bids us come and see.
3 Here’s living water, living bread,
And more than angels’ fare;
Millions of souls have been supplied,
And yet there’s much to spare.
4 Here, as upon the tree of life,
Fruits grow of various kind;
And as in famed Bethesda’s pool,
We help and healing find.
5 Come then, my soul, these truths attend,
With humble hope and fear;
Here search for Christ, the pearl of price,
And thou shalt find Him here.
6 Then widely spread His worth and fame,
Let heathens hear His voice;
Oh send His word to every shore,
And bid the earth rejoice.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16123
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