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Living here, in a mountain desert,
Upon an August afternoon,
Value lies in a water glass
but it will vanish soon
True, nothing makes your throat wetter
Still, God's got something better
Come and drink the living water
Taste the finest wine
Break the bread that tastes so sweet
The Savior's being divine
Worry not for food or bed
Lilies neither toil nor sweat
The one who knows each hair on your head
Will be your stay, you can bet
Living water
Water like a rushing river
All you'll ever need
Taste the crystal spring on which
Eternal souls must feed
Ready for your baptism?
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