O Come, You Longing Thirsty Souls

O come, you longing thirsty souls, drink freely from the spring.

And come, you weary, famished folk, and end your hungering.

Why spend yourself on empty air? Why not be satisfied?

For everywhere a feast is spread that’s always at our side.

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For as the rain and snow above fall not in vanity,

but for this purpose water earth: to feed humanity.

So shall the word of spirit serve as seed within our loam,

that we may bear so rich a yield as brings the harvest home.

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For we shall go in peace secure and leave in joy sublime!

The hills outside will burst with song, the trees will clap in time!

No more shall thorns and nettles grow! The bay tree and the pine

shall sign for us th’eternal Name that makes the world a shrine.