They sing of a riv­er whose val­ue and worth
Exceeds rich­est trea­sure or gem,
Whose flow­ing is un­to the ends of the earth,
Whose mis­sion the ran­som of men.

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The riv­er of life, the riv­er of life,
The riv­er of life, is flow­ing for you,
Is flow­ing for you, is flow­ing for me.
The riv­er of life is flow­ing for all.

They tell us the bliss of that life giv­ing stream,
Whose wa­ters are riv­ers of love;
But is it not bet­ter to taste than to dream
Of rap­tures of Ca­naan above?

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They say that this riv­er of heal­ing is free
To all who will wash and be whole;
But it is not wis­er for each one to see
This riv­er of life in his soul?

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What joy to the hearts now im­mersed in the stream
That flows from our Sav­ior’s own side;
They feel that in them dwells this heav­en­ly theme—
They’re filled with the bliss of that tide.

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