We
journey through a wilderness
Where
every well we find is dry,
Where
all the land is waterless,
And
thirsty souls are left to die.
Yet
in this dry and barren land
By
sin and by corruption cursed,
Our
Lord has made us understand
That
He will satisfy our thirst.
His
precious promises we find
Are
fountains of sustaining grace,
And
prophecies fulfilled have shined
With
light in every darkened place.
Lord,
in this wilderness we know
Where
we can find Your wells of love.
This
land is waterless below;
We
drink from living springs above.
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