Verse 1
Rivers of pure delight shall rise,
And o’er the barren mountains flow,
Fountains and streams of paradise
Refresh the weary vale below:
Water’d by me the desart-soul
The garden of the Lord shall prove,
Replenish’d as a wide-spread pool,
Or spring of everlasting love.
Verse 2
There in the smiling wilderness
My fertilizing Spirit shall dwell,
And plant the fair Elysian trees
Whose leaves the sickly nations heal:
The trees of righteousness shall grow,
And flourish to their planter’s praise,
And all the heavenly virtues shew,
And all the fruits of ripest grace.