1 

All my life long I had panted

   For a draught from some cool spring,

That I hoped would quench the burning

   Of the thirst I felt within.

 2 

Feeding on the husks around me,

   Till my strength was almost gone,

Longed my soul for something better,

   Only still to hunger on.

 3 

Poor I was, and sought for riches,

   Something that would satisfy,

But the dust I gathered round me

   Only mocked my soul's sad cry.

 4 

Well of water, ever springing,

   Bread of life, so rich and free,

Untold wealth that never faileth,

   My Redeemer is to me.