There be that sing and play; and all my well-springs in thee are.
Because of life the fountain pure remains alone with thee; And in that purest light of thine we clearly light shall see.
A river is, whose streams do glad the city of our God; The holy place, wherein the Lord most high hath his abode.
O let them unto his great name give praises in the dance; Let them with timbrel and with harp in songs his praise advance.
Within the congregations bless God with one accord: From Isr'el's fountain do ye bless and praise the mighty Lord.