Multitude

Lord, I know You're there,

Where two or more are gathered,
And look at this multitude!

And we are ready to hear from You.

Solomon in all his wisdom

Could not fully describe Your worth,

And great kings were moved to worship

When angels declared Your birth.

We are parched, we long for You,

Your living water satisfies,

And You're the source of all that's true,

And Your drink alone satisfies.

I am parched, a starving wretch,

That You would send Your Sole Beget!

Oh, that one drop my tongue could catch!

I could live free of these regrets.

Your Spirit's here, I feel it swell,

An everlasting, flowing well.

I'm free in You, no fear of hell,
So let me be with You, in heaven dwell.