Vol 04 - "With Thee Is the Fountain of Life"
"With Thee Is the Fountain of Life" Who is that weary Man, so lone and pale, Beneath the shade that falls on Jacob’s well? A lowly pilgrim, from the noontide heat, He sitteth there to rest His tired feet. No more He seems: but heavenly hosts attend And wait on Him, where’er His footsteps bend.
They looked with Wonder when they sang His birth, The greatest marvel ever seen on earth. That humble Man is Israel’s promised King, Though for His head a crown of thorns they’ll bring.
Yes, He Immanuel is, The Eternal Word, Of heaven and earth, of men and angels, Lord, The Eternal Son hung on a woman’s breast, The mighty God * beside the well takes rest.
….My soul tread softly! for ’t is holy ground, No finite mind can this deep mystery sound, But worship and adore the wondrous love That could the blessed God so freely move Towards thee, a sinner, and an enemy!
Yes, Lord, Thou hast revealed this grace to me. But see -a woman comes, unconscious, who Sits by the water, and as careless too.
He asks to drink, and coldly she replies, Yet gazes on the stranger with surprise, For there was something in His eye and tone, That ever marked Him as the Holy One.
Ah! didst thou dream, poor sinner, that for thee, Thus faint and weary, He’s content to be, That for the joy of giving thee to know The living fountains from His heart that flow, The garden’s agony, the Cross, the grave, He’ll suffer all, His guilty ones to save. But thou didst know, the groveling heart was won, And found a treasure, ere the setting sun, Thy happiest hour, thou could’st rejoicing tell, That hour of noon, which brought thee to the well, Alone with Jesus,-from His lips to hear What drew the publicans and sinners near, The gracious words for which our spirits yearn.
O blessed Lord! we too would sit and learn, And drink abundantly, yea, drink forever, Pleasures of pure delight from God’s own river;