O the joy—tell it out,
My soul’s vic­to­ry;
I must raise my glad shout,
The Lord hath blessed me;
He whis­pered, I love thee,
Why keep up the strife?
I yield­ed, He gave me
The water of life.

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O the wa­ter of life
With sal­va­tion is rife,
And the Sav­ior gives free­ly,
This wa­ter of life.

In the ser­vice of sin
I lost my good name;
War with­out and with­in,
No guer­don but shame;
Then at last, when un­done,
I ceased the vain strife;
T’my soul, then from God’s Son
Came wa­ter of life.

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This fount­ain of cleans­ing
Is open to all
Who, seek­ing the bless­ing,
On Je­sus Christ call;
Now go to Him, friend­less,
There’s death in the strife,
But bliss that is end­less
Thro’ wa­ter of life.

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