WITHIN the Church, a fountain springs;
It started, from the Saviour's side;
Peace, pardon, joy, to all, it brings,--
The life-blood of the Crucified.
Its living streams, forever flow,
Forever pine, forever free;
The spirit's solace, here below,
Its succour, for eternity.
"Ho, every one that thirsts, draw nigh--"
Beloved, hear the voice divine!
The broken heart, the contrite sigh,
Are welcome there; and these are thine.
Come, then--the Spirit calls,--come near,
In humble faith, in trembling love:
Drink comfort, for thy sorrows here,
And taste, before, the bliss above.