Wandering on in earnest seeking
Where to dwell,
Came I to the Master sitting
On the well;
'Twas the well of living water,
Whence He drew
Full supplies for all who sought Him,
Cool and new.

From its living depths He brought it
Bubbling up,
And to me who faintly sought it
Gave the cup.
Life was in the draft He gave,
Springing life to help and save.

All my way grows green and blooming
As I go,
For the streams of living water
Onward flow:-
For the understanding, wealth;
For the will, the glow of health.

Thirsting traveler, will you try it ?
Still it flows.-
Still the Master, sitting by it,
Holds to those
Who in earnest quest would sup
Living water in the cup.

From your arid deserts turning,
Pause and drink:-
Calm the striving, cool the burning
At its brink:
Here find healing and repose
Where the Living Water flows.