Fresh from the throne of glory,
Bright in its crystal gleam,
Bursts out the living fountain,
Swells on the living stream;
Blessed river,
Let me ever
Feast my eyes on thee.

Stream full of life and gladness,
Spring of all health and peace,
No harps by thee hang silent,
Nor happy voices cease;
Tranquil river,
Let me ever
Sit and sing by thee.

River of God, I greet thee,
Not now afar, but near,
My soul to Thy still water
Hastes in its thirstings here;
Holy river,
Let me ever
Drink of only thee.

Horatius Bonar, Fresh From the Throne of Glory, 1859.