Blest Jesus, Source of Grace Divine

Blest Je­sus

source of grace di­vine

What soul-re­fresh­ing streams are Thine!

O bring these heal­ing wa­ters nigh

Or we must droop

and fall

and die.

No tra­vel­er through de­sert lands

’Midst scorch­ing suns

and burn­ing sands

More eager longs for cool­ing rain

Or pants the cur­rent to ob­tain.

Our long­ing souls aloud would sing

Spring up

ce­les­ti­al fount­ain

spring;

To an abun­dant riv­er flow

And cheer this thirs­ty land be­low.

May this blest tor­rent near my side

Through all the de­sert gent­ly glide;

Then in Em­ma­nu­el’s land above

Spread to a sea of joy and love.