How kind is my hea­ven­ly Fa­ther!
He touch­es my heart ev­ery day
With sweet­ness of love He has for me,
A love I can ne­ver re­pay.

A stream of the hea­ven­ly wa­ter
Goes sing­ing along by my door;
I fill there my cup ev­ery morn­ing—
At ev­en­ing I lin­ger for more.

I ne­ver shall wea­ry of liv­ing
While that stream runs close to my door,
And sings of the far away fount­ains
Of love that my Lord has in store.