beneath the cross of jesus

Beneath the glorious throne above,

the crystal fountain springing, -

a river full of life and love, -

is joy and gladness bringing.




O fount of cleansing! flowing free,

that fount is open wide to me,

to me, to me, ‘This open wide to me.




Through all my soul its waters flow,

through all my nature stealing;

and deep within my heart I know

the consciousness of healing.




The barren wastes are fruitful lands,

the desert blooms with roses;

and He, the glory of all lands,

His lovely face discloses.




My sun no more goes down by day,

my moon no more is waning;

my feet run swift the shining way,

the heavenly portals gaining.