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.