WITHIN a dry and thirsty land,
No water to sustain,
My thirsty soul would come to Thee,
And drink, and drink again.
With marrow and with fatness filled,
My joyful lips would praise,
While lying on my bed at night,
And through the toilsome days.
Beneath the shadow of Thy wings,
I ever would rejoice,
And in that quiet, sweet retreat,
Would raise my cheerful voice.
Thy loving kindness, O how great,
Far better this than life,
And songs of grateful praise I'd give
While in this scene of strife.
Within Thy sanctuary dwell,
Thy power and glory see,
Till I shall leave this barren land,
And rest at home with Thee.