In the desert of sorrow and sin,
Lo! I faint as I journey along;
With the warfare without and within,
See my strength and my hope nearly gone.
In my weakness I turn to the fount
From the rock that was smitten for me;
And I drink, and I joyfully count
All my trials a blessing to be.
O Thou God of compassion, I pray,
Let me ever abide in Thy sight;
Let me drink of the fount day by day,
Till I join Thee in mansions of light.
I thirst; let me drink,
Of the life-giving stream let me drink.
‘Tis the rock cleft for me;
‘Tis the water, the water of life.
– Henry R. Trickett (1887)