Jesus, the gift divine I know, The gift divine I ask of Thee; The living water now bestow, Thy Spirit and thyself, on me. For Thou of life the fountain art, None else can give or take away; O may I find it in my heart, And with me may it ever stay. Thus may I drink--and thirst no more For drops of finite happiness; Spring up, O well, in heavenly power, In streams of pure perennial peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A VILLANELLE OF COLLEGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH WHY NOT? (WITH APOLOGIES TO WILLIAM KNOX) by BERTON BRALEY OLD AND NEW; THE CENTURY ASSOCIATION, 1847-1897 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |