Like the music of a fountain
Which a thirsty traveler hears,
Speaks a voice from Calv’ry’s mountain,
I am more than all thy fears.
O ye broken hearts, look upward!
Hear the angel voices calling,
Lift your eyes to Calv’ry’s Jesus,
Broken hearted there for you.
Tho’ thy heart is crushed and broken,
Like a storm tossed ship at sea,
Sinking, dying, Christ hath spoken,
It is I, look unto Me.
Tho’ thy song hath naught but sorrow,
Like a bird’s whose breast is torn,
Fly to Christ, nor wait the morrow,
He hath all thy sorrows borne.
Look away beyond thy sadness,
Up to Jesus turn thy gaze;
Then thy song shall turn to gladness—
Then thy tongue shall sound His praise.