Oh, water, bright water, &c.
As pure as heaven is the water given,
’Tis forever fresh and new;
Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high,
In the shower and the gentle dew.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek,
For the worn rock owns its sway;
And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong,
When it riseth to fly away.