There Is A Stream, Whose Gentle Flow
Supplies The City Of Our God
Life, Love, And Joy, Still Gliding Through,
And Watering Our Divine Abode.

That Sacred Stream Thy Holy Word-
Supports Our Faith, Our Fear Controls
Sweet Peace Thy Promises Afford,
And Give New Strength To Tainting Souls.

Loud May The Troubled Ocean Roar
In Sacred Peace Our Souls Abide
While Every Nation, Every Shore,
Trembles, And Dreads The Swelling Tide.