His Are the Thousand Sparkling Rills (EN 4503)

EN 4503 His Are the Thousand Sparkling Rills

John.19.28

Versi Version 1

1

His are the thousand sparkling rills

That from a thousand fountains burst,

And fill with music all the hills;

And yet He saith, “I thirst.”

2

All fiery pangs on battlefields;

On fever beds where sick men toss,

And in that human cry He yields

To anguish on the cross.

3

But more than pains that racked Him then,

Was the deep longing thirst divine

That thirsted for the souls of men:

Dear Lord! and one was mine.

4

O Love most patient, give me grace;

Make all my soul athirst for Thee;

That parched dry lip, that fading face,

That thirst, were all for me.

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