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