Jesus, the gift divine I know, The gift divine I ask of Thee; The living water now bestow, Thy Spirit and thyself, on me. For Thou of life the fountain art, None else can give or take away; O may I find it in my heart, And with me may it ever stay. Thus may I drink--and thirst no more For drops of finite happiness; Spring up, O well, in heavenly power, In streams of pure perennial peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CURE FOR AFFLICTIONS by ARCHILOCHUS COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES |