Spring up, O well of blessing, Spring in our midst to-day ; For thirsty souls are longing To drink abundantly : Come from the hidden fountains, Come in a brimming flood ; Refresh us in the desert, Thou precious gift of God.
We sing the song that Israel sang in the de&ert long ago : " Spring up, O well, spring up, O well ; " let the living waters flow.
2. Spring up, O well of blessing, We cry to Thee to-day ; Break forth in mighty torrent, As now we sing and pray : The souls that round us perish â The old, the young, the strong ; To Thee, by right and ransom, The Lord of Hosts belong.
3. Spring up, O well of blessing, We sing to Thee to-day ; The " princes " and the " nobles " Thy great command obey : In toiling and in labour, Amid the burning sand, Spring up, flow forth, and gladden The whole expectant land.