Through valleys deep, where shadows thickly lie,
O’er mountains steep, where mortal steps may tire,
In parched despair, beneath a burning sky,
Or lush with beauty, rich beyond desire—
There flows a river, pure and ever near,
No drought can drain, no height can bar its course,
Its pristine tide dispels our every fear,
Christ Jesus, fount of life, our boundless source.
No force, no foe, no “nothing” dares to quell,
This living stream that from His heart proceeds,
Through all our days, its wonders ever swell,
A Savior’s love to meet our every need.
Eternal, free, His waters gently call,
Our Lord, our River, reigning over all.