There is a stream which issues forth

There is a stream which issues forth

From God’s eternal throne

And from the Lamb

a living stream

Clear as the crystal stone.

In it doth grow the tree of life

It makes the ransomed sing:

Its living draught revives the heart;

Hence all the joys do spring.

Such joys as are unspeakable

And full of glory too;

Such splendid riches

meat and drink

As worldlings do not know.

Eye hath not seen

nor ear hath heard

For fancy ’tis concealed

What Thou

Lord

hast laid up for Thine

And hast to me revealed.

I feel Thy touch

I hear Thy voice

I taste Thy sweetest grace;

My soul doth leap: but

oh

that I

May see Thee face to face!

Then with the saints my soul shall feast

On joys that always last:

Blest be my God

the God of joy

That gives here such a taste!