I know that fountain,
and abounds with grace.
A deep and eternal thing,
I know from where it springs,
though it is night.
Even at night.
Its source I know not since it has none,
yet every stream from it does come,
I know of nothing with such beauty,
from it the earth and heaven drink
Rushing forth from endless deep,
From such a depth no other may rise,
Reach out your hand if your cup is empty,
Brimming with light, now come and drink
And this eternal font's concealment,
in living bread, our life to give,
The living water which I so desire,
Here in the bread of life, approach