Psalm 87:7

They don’t know why the fountain’s there,

Nor how the waters flow,

They simply know it’s cool and wet

Where heat and drought both grow.

They splash within its cooling flow

To drink their thirsty fill;

They know that it holds what they need

And that it always will.

Lord, you are such a fount to me,

I turn to you in thirst.

Your love flows sweet when I am parched

And I splash in head first

To drink from the fount of your grace

That flows unceasingly;

And I will sing you my heart’s praise

With love, unfailingly.

Psalm 87:7
As they make music they will sing, “All my fountains are in you.”