"O God, Thou art my God; early will I seek Thee: my soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh longeth for Thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is" (Psalm 63:1). "Behold a King shall reign in righteousness.... and a Man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest, as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land" (Isaiah 32:1,2).
Rivers running deep and full
Within this dry and thirsty land
Are found to satisfy the soul,
From our Savior's heart and hand.
Though this land is dry and dreary,
The rivers of this water run,
And there's shade to rest the weary,
As a rock that shades the sun.
Behold your King is God the Son,
The risen Man no longer dead:
He is where the waters run;
In Him we find the Fountainhead.
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