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First Voice / I thirst, but earth cannot allay / The fever coursing through my veins.
The healing stream is far away -- / It flows through Salem's lovely plains.
The murmurs of its crystal flow / Break ever o'er this world of strife; / My heart is weary, let me go, / To bathe it in the stream of life; / For many worn and weary hearts / Have bathed in this pure healing stream, / And felt their griefs and cares depart, / E'en like some sad forgotten dream.
Second Voice / "The Word is nigh thee, even in thy heart."
Say not, within thy weary heart, / Who shall ascend above, / To bring unto thy fever'd lips / The fount of joy and love.
Nor do thou seek to vainly delve / Where death's pale angels tread, / To hear the murmur of its flow / Around the silent dead.
Within, in thee is one living fount, / Fed from the springs above; / There quench thy thirst till thou shalt bathe / In God's own sea of love.