Song of the Soul Rejoicing in the Knowledge of God by Faith

I KNOW the fountain well which flows and runs,
Though it be night.

That everlasting fountain is a fountain hid,
And where it is I know well,
Though it be night.

Its source I know not, because it has none ;
But I know that therein all things begin,
Though it be night.
I know that nothing can be in beauty like it,
And that of it heaven and earth do drink,
Though it be night.

I know well it is of depths unfathomable,
And that none can ever sound it,
Though it be night.
Its brightness is never dimmed,
And I know that from it all light proceeds,
Though it be night.

I know its streams are so abundant,
It waters hell and heaven and earth,
Though it be night.

The torrent that from this fountain rises,
I know well is so grand and so strong,
Though it be night.

This everlasting fountain lies concealed
In the living Bread to give us life,
Though it be night.

It calls on every creature to be filled
With its waters, but in the dark,
Though it be night.
This living fountain for which I long
I see in this Bread of life, I see it now,
Though it be night.