First Line: Spring up, O well of blessing,

Spring up, O well of blessing,
Spring in our midst to-day ;
For thirsty souls are longing
To drink abundantly :
Come from the hidden fountains,
Come in a brimming flood ;
Refresh us in the desert,
Thou precious gift of God.

We sing the song that Israel sang in the de&ert long ago :
Spring up, O well, spring up, O well ; let the living waters flow.

2 Spring up, O well of blessing,
We cry to Thee to-day ;
Break forth in mighty torrent,
As now we sing and pray :
The souls that round us perish —
The old, the young, the strong ;
To Thee, by right and ransom,
The Lord of Hosts belong.

3 Spring up, O well of blessing,
We sing to Thee to-day ;
The princes and the nobles
Thy great command obey :
In toiling and in labour,
Amid the burning sand,
Spring up, flow forth, and gladden
The whole expectant land.