I sat today by the gently babbling brook
Its liquid voice singing so clear
It's melody sweeping over the pebbles
and stone
Whispering its story into my ear
Sheltered, my rest under an old oak tree
My eyes on the water running by
The shade of the bough closed me in
From the glare of the sun in a clear
blue sky
Countless times the waters of the gentle stream
Have washed the pebbles and stones held
below
Their roughness and hard edges all
smoothed away
By the babbling brook and her constant
flow
I know of a stream where I once plunged in
Bathed in the liquid running so red
Where my sins were washed away in a
moment of time
Now I lie to be smoothed like the
stones in the bed
The sweet ripple of the brook is like unto my Saviour
Soothing my soul with His gentle voice
Like the stream of life flowing from
His mountain
The babbling brook causes me to rejoyce
Oh babbling brook may you ever flow
Your singing waters sweep over your bed
Until I rest some day in God's heaven
Where the river of life will flow there
instead
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