Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: 'Twas on a sultry summer's day
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Meter: 8s and 6s
Hymn Number: 268
Page Number: 265, click to see hymnal pages
'Twas on a sultry summer's day,
When faint and weary with the way,
And by the heat oppress'd,
I stooped to taste the rippling rill
That wound around the sunny hill,
Where I had lean'd to rest.
Recruited by the cooling drop,
I hastened to the mountain top,
To view the plain below;
And wished my power the stream could swell,
To those who in a region dwell,
Where no such waters flow.
So have I oft, when nigh despair,
Oppress'd with guilt, and worn with care,
Reclined on Zion's hill;
And there did I my strength renew,
And draughts of living water drew
From many a chrystal rill.
O Christians spread these cooling streams,
Wide as the sun's enlivening beams,
That all their power may prove;
Your's are the means, be your's the will,
To send to all from Zion's Hill,
Rivers of joy and love.