O Saviour! in that tide
Which from Thy pierced side
On Calvary’s mount was poured out like wine,
Cleanse my polluted soul,
The wounds of sin make whole,
And breathe Thy spirit o’er this heart of mine.
W. H. Brownlee.
Bountiful rivers! not upon the earth
Is record traced of God’s exuberant grace,
So deeply graven, as the channels worn