Classic Poem

We are drawing from the fountain,
That is flowing like a tide;
We ascend God's holy mountain,
With the Saviour crucified.
Dearer seems the Word today,
Blessed lamp to light the way,
Shining to the perfect day,
That forever shall abide.
We are drawing from the fountain …
That is flowing like a tide, (like a tide,)
We are drawing from the fount,
We ascend God's holy mount,
With the Savior crucified …
We may not ascend Mount Tabor,
While there's other work to do;
In the vales below we labor,
All the weary journey through.
To the weary rest is sweet;
Sitting low at Jesus' feet,
We shall find our joy complete,
When we trust his promise true.
May our zeal be warm and glowing,
While we labor in his sight,
God will bless our patient sowing,
If we serve him with our might
Bread upon the waters cast,
We shall find when life is past,
For his love and truth will last,
While we walk with him in white.
We are drawing from the fountain deep and wide,
That is flowing like a Saviour crucified,
With the Saviour crucified.