There Is a Pure and Tranquil Wave

There is a pure and tran­quil wave

[or There is a pure and peace­ful wave]

That is­sues from the throne of grace;

Whose wa­ters glad­den as they lave

The bright and heav’n­ly dwell­ing place.

In liv­ing streams be­hold that tide

Thro’ Christ

the rock

pro­fuse­ly burst

And in His Word be­hold sup­plied

The fount for which our spir­its thirst.

The pil­grim

faint

who seems to sink

Beneath the sul­try sky of time

May here re­pose and free­ly drink

The wa­ters of that bet­ter clime.

And ev­ery soul may here par­take

The bless­ings of the fount above;

And none who drink will e’er for­sake

The crys­tal stream of bound­less love.