The Bitter Waters
John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 13
|Bitter, indeed, the waters are|
Which in this desert flow;
Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of sin and woe.
2. Of pleasing draughts I once could dream,
3. But there's a wonder-working wood,
|4. The virtues of this healing tree|
Are known and prized by few;
Reveal this secret, Lord, to me,
That I may prize it too.
5. The cross on which the Saviour died,
6. Thousands have found the blest effect,
|7. When they, by faith, behold the cross,|
Though many griefs they meet;
They draw again from every loss,
And find the bitter sweet.