Scarce known, save by its fountain-head—
Now onward pours, a mighty flood,
And fills the new-formed world with good.
3 Where’er that living fountain flows,
New life its healing wave bestows,
And man, from sin’s corruptions free,
Inspires with its own purity.
4 A spirit, breathed from Zion’s hill,
In holy hearts is living still,—
That Comforter from heaven above,