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the diamond of the desert.
Religion, like the silver wave,
Pours its pure stream to bless and save;
And lies, like that bright fountain clear,
The "Diamond of the Desert" here.
Pours its pure stream to bless and save;
And lies, like that bright fountain clear,
The "Diamond of the Desert" here.
And ye who vainly sigh for rest,
Who thirst for purer streams of joy
Here, with the living waters blessed,
Drink, deeply drink, without alloy.
Sparkling with light its waves flow on,
'Refreshing all they gleam upon,
And he who tastes the healing tide,
Will ask no other fount beside.
Who thirst for purer streams of joy
Here, with the living waters blessed,
Drink, deeply drink, without alloy.
Sparkling with light its waves flow on,
'Refreshing all they gleam upon,
And he who tastes the healing tide,
Will ask no other fount beside.
