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58 Those mighty waters, rushing, roll'd,   And foil'd the swimmer's pride.

Oh! vision of the glorious fount Which the meek Hand that fell Transpierc'd, on Calvary's fatal cross, Brought forth a living well,

True symbol of the Gospel's course, Didst thou that Prophet cheer, Who erst on Chebar's lonely banks Shed the pale captive's tear?

On that blest river's banks we dwell, We drink its healing tide, So, like the trees Ezekiel saw His vision'd flood beside,

May we with fresh, unfading leaf Each changeful season dare, And still the fruits of faith renew Till Heaven's pure clime we share.