Fresh From The Throne Of Glory

Fresh from the throne of glory,

Bright in its crystal gleam,

Bursts out the living fountain,

Swells on the living stream;

Blessèd river, let me ever

Feast my eyes on thee;

Blessèd river, let me ever

Feast my eyes on thee.

Stream full of life and gladness,

Spring of all health and peace,

No harps by thee hang silent,

Nor happy voices cease;

Tranquil river, let me ever

Sit and sing by thee;

Tranquil river, let me ever

Sit and sing by thee.

River of God, I greet thee,

Not now afar, but near,

My soul to Thy still water

Hastes in its thirstings here;

Holy river, let me ever

Drink of only thee;

Holy river, let me ever

Drink of only thee.