Let me forget my woes and cares;
“Still waters” murmur in mine ears;
O, to those waters let me flee!
I’ll bathe my soul in liquid love,
And freely drink the crystal tide,
Then sit me down the wave beside,
Nor ever would I thence remove!
There sweetly sounds Immanuel’s name,
Borne gently on the breezy air,
Ten thousand thousand voices there,