Under barren sand blown sky
Life of the brook runs dry

From the desert of our death He does redeem
Within the soul repentant, His spirit doth imbue: the gift supreme

Away, famine and drought, leading through
Each new morning brings manna and dew

Faith the gift excelling in trust
Which sight transcends ashes and dust

Thanksgiving in all things shown
He even sends ravens
To care for His own

The eye wept for tears to shed
Before the tomb alone
Arid warnings rendered hollow bone
The murmuring tongue marooned

Rock above wilderness floor
Gushing water for life
First by rod, then graced by spoken word; outpour
Transcending ancient strife

Desert rambling lessons stern
His breath our life in the cleft
Choosing neither right nor left
May our thirst upon Thee return

Wind-blown, a single seed wends
Perched high within the crannied wall
Early light bends
Sprout of hope begins
Its way through
To morning side of the wall