Love of my heart, my streams runs dry;
O Fountain of the heavenly hills,
Love, blessed Love, to Thee I cry,
Flood all my secret hidden rills.
Waters of love, to Thee I cry,
Flood all my secret hidden rills.
Waters of love, O pour through me,
I must have Love: I must have Thee.
Lord, give me love, then I have all,
For love casts out tormenting fear.
And love sounds forth a trumpet call
To valiant hope; and sweet and clear
The birds of joy sing in my tree,
Love of my heart, when I have Thee.
by Amy Carmichael, from Edges of His Ways
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