Living Water

From a mountain spring,
Living water flows.
Given from the Potter,
Died red from painful blows.

Nothing but His grace
Could make free from sin.
And nothing but His love
Could change the hearts of men.

To some this meant nothing;
His death to comprehend.
But we all know the truth,
And our thanks knows no end.

And from that living water,
Died red by blow after blow,
Came eternal life,
Free from hate or sorrow.