In the Desert of Sorrow and Sin

In the de­sert of sor­row and sin

Lo! I faint as I jour­ney along;

With the war­fare with­out and with­in

See my strength and my hope near­ly gone.

I thirst

let me drink

Of the live-giv­ing stream let me drink;

’Tis the Rock

cleft for me

’Tis the wa­ter

the wa­ter of life.

In my weak­ness I turn to the fount

From the Rock that was smit­ten for me;

And I drink

and I joy­ful­ly count

All my tri­als a bless­ing to be.

O Thou God of com­pass­ion

I pray

Let me ev­er abide in Thy sight;

Let me drink of the fount day by day

Till I join Thee in man­sions of light.