Under the Heaven-stream
Come one, come all,
And stand awash,
Let water flow,
The heart be tossed,
The surf displace,
To burn the dross,
The priest to sign you,
With the cross,
The frigid water,
Melts the frost,
That coats the heartstrings,
Of the lost,
And with a taste,
At last will doss,
And heavens streams,
From eyes do drop,
A spring of life,
His blood to sop,
For Christ Himself,
Counts none as loss,
His sheep to brand,
His Name emboss,
And so each lamb,
Is shorn and washed,
And every nick,
And every notch,
His flesh indulge,
And eyes will gloss,
For joy He paid,
And gave no thought,
Were all God’s wrath,
Too steep a cost,
Above the altar,
Crux is crossed,
Therein the sheepfold,
Can be brought,
The price is laid,
And so was bought,
And so He hangs,
Up on the cross.