Gurgling through moss and fern along,

Waiting to bless with cooling tide

All who were gladdened by its song.

Oh, who would pass with thirsting lip

And burning brow, this limpid wave?

Who would not pause with joy and sip?

Its crystal depths who would not crave?

This query woke a voice within—

Why slight the spring of God's great love,

That fount that cleanseth from all sin,

Our purchase paid by Christ above?

Whoever will may drink! Oh, why,

Worn toilers in this earthly strife,

Reject a mansion in the sky,

Reject heaven's bliss and endless life?

GO WANDER

Go, wander, little book,

Nor let thy wand'ring cease;

May all who on these pages look

From sin find sweet release,

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