My vessel is empty, Though once I had plenty, My soul is barren and dry; Somewhere flows a Fountain, Beyond distance mountain, Let me drink from the River of Life.
Lord, feed Your children as we stand here willing to eat from the table of life; Drink from the Fountain that flows from the mountain. Let me feast from the Father's supply.
So long I have hungered; No man could number The days that I've longed to be In a land filled with honey, Where the rivers are runnin'; Very soon now will I taste and see.
Drink from the Fountain that flows from the mountains When we feast from the Father's supply.
