O glad the wilderness for me,

And glad the solitary place,

Since Thou hast made mine eyes to see,

To see Thy Face.

Not heavenly fields, but desert sands

Rejoice and blossom as the rose;

For through the dry and thirsty lands

Thy River flows.

O Way beside that living tide.

The Way, the Truth, the Life art Thou;

I drink, and I am satisfied,

Now, even now.

Eternal joy already won,

Eternal songs already given;

For long ago the work was done

That opened Heaven.