The heat of the world burns;
I rest in His cool shadow,
And of Living Waters, I yearn,
To drown the drought filled sorrows.
In this dry world, my soul pants for Thee;
You are my thirst-quenching Oasis;
In a dry land where no water is;
And where no other shelter can be.
He is my sanctuary,
Where I can freely rest;
I am in Him and He in me,
The Holy Spirit quenches best!
In the early morning hour,
I will seek You first thing;
To You be the glory, my King,
To Whom has all the power!
“O God, Thou art my God; early will I seek Thee: my soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh longeth for Thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; to see Thy power and Thy glory, so as I have seen Thee in the sanctuary. ” (Psalm 63:1)
“As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?” (Psalms 42:1-2)