I look away to Thee, my Lord

I look away to Thee

my Lord

The Author

Perfecter of faith!

I come to taste Thy living streams;

I come to be filled with Thy grace!

Thy flow is pure

and rich

and sweet—

The flow from my God and the Lamb;

Out from the throne a river flows

To fill and o’erflow hearts of men!

I come! I come! I come to drink of Thee!

I come to taste Thy living streams

I come to be filled with Thy grace!

And daily I may come to Thee—

And drink of the Fountain of life!

God in the Son as Spirit flows—

The Triune God

my sure supply!

We in one Body were baptized;

The Spirit we now can all drink!

When we declare—“Jesus is Lord!”

We drink and His riches receive!

We come! We come! We come to drink of Thee!

We come to taste Thy living streams

We come to be filled with Thy grace!

We sing and drink the whole day long;

We’re filled as we speak forth Thy Word—

Yes

filled in spirit as we sing

With grace in our hearts to the Lord!

O hear the cry that’s going forth—

The Spirit and Bride calling

“Come!”

O join this cry; call sinners far

To drink of this Eternal One!

Do come! Do come! O come to drink of Him!

Yes

come and taste His living streams

O come and be filled with His grace!