Source of my spirit's deep desire

Verse 1

Source of my spirit's deep desire For living joys that shall not perish, The patient hope Thy words inspire, Still let Thy tender mercy cherish.

Verse 2

On Thee my humbled soul would wait, Her utmost weakness calmly learning, And see Thy grace its way create, Through thorns and briers which Thou art burning.

Verse 3

Gladly my inmost heart would know The love that now it faintly traces, And see the streams from Zion flow O'er all its waste and desert places.

Verse 4

And still I hope — O not in vain! I know, this holy seed possessing, Thou wilt come down like gentle rain, And make the barren ground a blessing.