Have you drunk the deep drafts of earth's pleasures?
Have you tasted her joy and mirth?
Have you gathered together her treasures,
What the world deems of value and worth?
Have you quaffed with thirst at her fountains —
It may be, the purest and best —
After climbing o'er weary mountains
And seeking in vain for rest?
Have you stooped to drink at earth's rivers?
Oh, you know how true it is then,
"He that drinketh of these waters
Shall thirst again.”
Have you tasted the living waters?
Have you drunk at the living spring?
Have you come to the loving Savior
And asked for a drink from Him?
Have you come to Him, earth-weary,
Forlorn, discouraged, sad?
Have you drunk at the living fountain,
And has He not made you glad?
Ah, well may you sing of His goodness,
And praise from your glad lips burst:
"Whoso drinketh of this water
Shall never thirst.”
J. G. B.