
Author: C. F. Alexander Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #95 (1920) Lyrics: 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. Topics: Lent Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: SAFFRON WALDEN
His are the thousand sparkling rills