The Word Alone

There is a river that flows,
Full of the water of life,
Which no fire can ever quench,
For Christ hath overcome.

There is a spring of life
In my soul this day,
That never shall run dry—
Christ is that Fountain of Life.

It rises deep within,
A well no man can seal;
Though trials rage without,
Its power I yet shall feel.

No drought can touch its stream,
No shadow dim its light;
For it is fed from Heaven,
And flows both day and night.

O blessed, living water,
So pure, so rich, so free—
It springs from Christ my Saviour,
And ever flows in me.