Flowing rivers of living waters,
Yea, for every son and daughter!
Did not our Saviour say unto us,
"Come unto Me and drink!"
Now if we should refuse His drink,
Then not too long and we may sink!
Waters sweeping o'er our heads,
Then further yet to the ocean's beds!
Cry unto your Maker, O Jonah's son!
The battle in you can yet be won!
Yea, Living Waters, they never die.
Even bringing His saints to the Lord on High.
