First Line: With joy I draw from out God's well,

With joy I draw from out God's well
Rich blessings day by day,
While living waters springing up
I find beside the way.
The blessed flow of this deep well
Makes fruitful life abound,
A watered garden in the soul
Where'er this well is found.

2 As on I go with willing hands
And earnest heart to do,
Oft weary, 'neath the burden's weight,
Where labourers are but few —
I pause to gather strength beside
The well that springe th up,
And from its fulness, rich and pure,
I fill my empty cup.

3 Still on, amid a desert path
Where every spring is dry,
There, all alone, — my loved ones gone, —
To heaven I lift my cry :
When lo, upon my fainting sight,
As onward still I go,
Fair Elim breaks with waving palms
And wells of crystal flow.

4 And then, as on my pathway leads
Through shadows, toil, and strife,
I reach a lowly, quiet vale —
A sheltered spot in life :
Within its shade, where jarring notes
Of earthly discord cease,
I gather hearts-ease day by day
At God's sweet well of peace.