Fainting in the desert,

Israel's thousands stand

At the rock of Kadesh.

Hark! the Lord's command,

Speak to the Rock,

Bid the waters flow,

Strike not its bosom

Opened long ago,

Speak to the Rock,

Till the waters flow.

Blessed Rock of Ages,

Thou art open still;

Thy blest Holy Spirit

All our being fill;

Still Thou dost say,

Wherefore struggle so?

Call for the Spirit,

Whisper soft and low,

Speak to the Rock

Bid the waters flow.

Oh, for trust more simple,

Fully to believe;

Oh, for hearts more childlike,

Freely to receive;

E'en as a babe,

On its mother's breast,

So on Thy bosom

Let my spirit rest,

Filled with Thy life,

With Thy blessing blest.