Athirst for Thee

Verse 1

No blossom needs the light, Nor bud the springtime bright, As I have need of Thee; Dear Savior, come to me.

Chorus

O come! O come! My soul is thirsting, Lord, for Thee; With me abide, till satisfied, I wake to dwell with Thee.

Verse 2

The lily holds its cup To drink the dewdrops up; So, Lord, I lift my face To catch the dews of grace.

Verse 3

For pardon for my sin, And purity within, I’m trusting all to Thee; Come in Thy pow’r to me.

Verse 4

The birds that sing Thy praise Along the leafy ways, Sing not redeeming love; That song I’ll sing above.