With joy I draw from out God's well Rich blessings day by day, While living waters springing up I find beside the way. The blessed flow of this deep well Makes fruitful life abound, A watered garden in the soul Where'er this well is found.
2. As on I go with willing hands And earnest heart to do, Oft weary, 'neath the burden's weight, Where labourers are but few â I pause to gather strength beside The well that springe th up, And from its fulness, rich and pure, I fill my empty cup.
3. Still on, amid a desert path Where every spring is dry, There, all alone, â my loved ones gone, â To heaven I lift my cry : When lo, upon my fainting sight, As onward still I go, Fair Elim breaks with waving palms And wells of crystal flow.
4. And then, as on my pathway leads Through shadows, toil, and strife, I reach a lowly, quiet vale â A sheltered spot in life : Within its shade, where jarring notes Of earthly discord cease, I gather hearts-ease day by day At God's sweet well of peace.