Thirsting for a living spring,

Seeking for a higher home,

Resting where our souls must cling,

Trusting, hoping, Lord, we come.

Glorious hopes our spirit fill,

When we feel that Thou art near:

Father! then our fears are still,

Then the soul’s bright end is clear.

Life’s hard conflict we would win,

Read the meaning of life’s frown;

Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin

For the spirit’s starry crown.

Make us beautiful within

By Thy spirit’s holy light:

Guard us when our faith burns dim,

Father of all love and might!