With Joy I Draw From Out God’s Well
Rich Blessings Day By Day,
While Living Waters Springing Up
I Find Beside The Way.
The Blessed Flow Of This Deep Well
Makes Fruitful Life Abound,
A Watered Garden In The Soul
Wherever This Well Is Found.

As On I Go With Willing Hands
And Earnest Heart To Do,
Oft Weary, ‘Neath The Burden’s Weight,
Where Labourers Are But Few
I Pause To Gather Strength Beside
The Well That Springe The Up,
And From Its Fullness, Rich And Pure,
I Fill My Empty Cup.

Still On, Amid A Desert Path
Where Every Spring Is Dry,
There, All Alone, My Loved Ones Gone,
To Heaven I Lift My Cry :
When Lo, Upon My Fainting Sight,
As Onward Still I Go,
Fair Elim Breaks With Waving Palms
And Wells Of Crystal Flow.

And Then, As On My Pathway Leads
Through Shadows, Toil, And Strife,
I Reach A Lowly, Quiet Vale
A Sheltered Spot In Life
Within Its Shade, Where Jarring Notes
Of Earthly Discord Cease,
I Gather Hearts-Ease Day By Day
At God’s Sweet Well Of Peace.