John 4 
[Joh 4:14] Blest Jesus, Source Of Grace Divine
Blest Jesus, source of grace divine,
What soul-refreshing streams are Thine,
O bring these healing waters nigh,
Or we must droop, and fall, and die.No traveler through desert lands,
’Midst scorching suns and burning sands,
More needs the current to obtain,
Or to enjoy refreshing rain.Our longing souls aloud would sing,
Spring up, celestial fountain, spring;
To an abundant river flow,
And cheer this thirsty land below.May this blest river near my side
Through all the desert gently glide;
Then in Immanuel’s land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:14] What, Never Thirst Again?
There flows from Calvary a stream
For every sinner’s pain,
And he that drinketh, Jesus said,
Shall never thirst again.Refrain
What! never thirst again?
No, never thirst again;
What! never thirst again?
No, never thirst again,
For he that drinketh, Jesus said,
Shall never, never thirst again.Earth’s fountains fair but mock our souls,
Like desert phantoms lure,
And they that drink, the fainter grow,
The keener thirst endure.Refrain
This stream from Calvary still flows,
To bless and cleanse and heal,
And he that drinketh, Jesus said,
New life and rest shall feel.Refrain
Oh, blessèd stream of pure delight!
Oh, balm for every pain!
To thee I haste, for Jesus said,
I’ll never thirst again.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:23] O Thou To Whom, In Ancient Time
O Thou, to Whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrews bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue.Not now in Zion’s height alone
The favored worshiper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch’s well.From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.O Thou to Whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,
To Thee at last in every clime,
Shall temples rise and praise be sung.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:23] Thou Son Of God, Whose Flaming Eyes
Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes
Our inmost thoughts perceive,
Accept the grateful sacrifice
Which now to Thee we give.We bow before Thy gracious throne,
And think ourselves sincere;
But show us, Lord, is everyone
Thy real worshiper?Is here a soul who knows Thee not,
Nor feels his need of Thee;
A stranger to the blood which bought
His pardon on the tree?Convince him now of unbelief,
His desperate state explain;
And his fill his heart with sacred grief,
And penitential pain.Speak with that voice that wakes the dead,
And bid the sleeper rise,
And bid his guilty conscience dread
The death that never dies.Extort the cry, “What must be done
To save a wretch like me?
How shall a trembling sinner shun
That endless misery?“I must this instant now begin,
Out of my sleep to wake,
And turn to God, and every sin
Continually forsake.“I must for faith incessant cry,
And wrestle, Lord, with Thee;
I must be born again, or die
To all eternity.”Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:24] Behold Us, Lord, A Little Space
Behold us, Lord, a little space
From daily tasks set free,
And met within Thy holy place
To rest awhile with Thee.Around us rolls the ceaseless tide
Of business, toil, and care;
And scarcely can we turn aside
For one brief hour of prayer.Yet these are not the only walls
Wherein Thou may’st be sought:
On homeliest work Thy blessing falls
In truth and patience wrought.Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart,
The wealth of land and sea,
The worlds of science and of art,
Revealed and ruled by Thee.Then let us prove our heavenly birth
In all we do and know;
And claim the kingdom of the earth,
For Thee, and not Thy foe.Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought
As Thou would have it done;
And prayer, by Thee inspired and taught,
Itself with work be one.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:24] God The Spirit, We Adore Thee
God the Spirit, we adore Thee,
In the trinal Godhead One,
One in love and power and glory
With the Father and the Son;
Prayer and praise to Thee we bring,
Our devotion’s offering.Once the desolate world-ocean
Quickened from its long death-sleep,
Woke to light and life’s emotion
At Thy brooding o’er its deep;
Spirit, ever may Thy breath
Quicken us from sleep and death!Holy Fount of inspiration,
By Whose gift the great of old
Spake the Word of revelation,
Marvelous and manifold,
Grant to us who see and hear
Reverence of eye and ear.Priceless Gift of Christ for ever,
Righteousness and peace and joy,
Which the evil world, that never
Can receive, cannot destroy,
Shall the Church or faint or fear
While the Comforter is near?Author of our new creation,
Giver of the second birth,
May Thy ceaseless renovation
Cleanse our souls from stains of earth,
And our bodies ever be
Holy temples meet for Thee.When we wander, Lord, direct us,
Keep us in the Master’s way,
Let Thy strong, swift sword protect us,
Warring in the evil day;
Paraclete for every need,
Come to strengthen and to lead!Come, Thy glorious gifts providing,
Foretaste of the future now,
Bring that sweet sense of abiding
Thou canst give and only Thou,
One in Thee, we shall be one
In the Father and the Son. Amen.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:24] Holy Spirit, Truth Divine
Holy Spirit, Truth divine,
Dawn upon this soul of mine;
Word of God and inward light
Wake my spirit, clear my sight.Holy Spirit, Love divine,
Glow within this heart of mine;
Kindle every high desire;
Perish self in Thy pure fire.Holy Spirit, Power divine
Fill and nerve this will of mine;
Grant that I may strongly live,
Bravely bear, and nobly strive.Holy Spirit, Right divine,
King within my conscience reign;
Be my Lord, and I shall be
Firmly bound, forever free.Holy Spirit, Peace divine,
Still this restless heart of mine;
Speak to calm this tossing sea,
Stayed in Thy tranquility.Holy Spirit, Joy divine,
Gladden Thou this heart of mine;
In the desert ways I sing,
“Spring, O Well, forever spring.”Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:24] Lord Of Spirits, I Surrender
Lord of spirits, I surrender
For Thy use Thy gifts to me:
O but show Thy mercy tender
When my song no more shall be;
More and more my heart’s aflutter
With the thoughts I may not utter,
While life’s riddle great I ponder.Let my laurels in oblivion
Turn to dust, I shall rejoice
If my soul, renewed, is given
There to sing with sacred voice,
If, in accents pure and glorious,
I may join the hymn victorious
At Thy throne to harps of Heaven.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:35] Harvest Bells
O Christian! do not falter,
The harvest field is white,
And many souls are sinking
Into eternal night.Refrain
The harvest bells are ringing,
We hear them night and day;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, and watch, and pray;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, watch, pray.O reapers! quickly gather
The precious golden sheaves,
That day and night are falling
Like autumn’s withered leaves.Refrain
So few we find the lab’rers,
The harvest, oh, how great!
Then slumber not, dear Christian,
For soon ’twill be too late.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:35] Harvest Time
The harvest fields are bending
With precious ripened grain;
More reapers now are needed,
Ere Christ comes back again.Refrain
Harvest time! Harvest time!
Precious Gospel seed is sown.
Reapers go! Reapers go!
Jesus, King, must have His own, His loved ones;
Soon He’ll come! Soon He’ll come!
Come and catch away His Bride, His own!
His own! His own!The call must now be heeded,
We cannot say Him nay;
Since He has died to save them,
We must go forth today.Refrain
We’ll come again rejoicing,
A reaper’s crown to gain;
The Harvest Home is coming,
When Christ comes back again.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:35] Reapers Are Needed
Hark to the music resounding,
Reapers are needed today;
Fields are all white, to the harvest
Let us be up and away!
Ever the Master is calling,
Hasten! the shadows are falling;
On to the harvest field,
Gather the golden yield,
Precious sheaves.Refrain
Hark! hark! comes the song,
On! on! join the throng;
Forth with joyful, loving heart,
Bravely do your part;
Hark! hark! rings the call;
Haste! haste! one and all;
On where the harvest stands,
Waiting for willing hands
Souls to win.Forward with hearts full of gladness,
Reapers, I pray you, make haste;
Grain there is ready and waiting,
If not soon gathered, will waste;
Then let us hear you replying,
Labor with courage undying,
Send up a word of cheer,
Tell of the rest so near,
Rest at home.Refrain
Hark to the song they are singing!
See, they have treasures so rare;
Soon will the harvest be ended,
Haste, then, their trophies to share.
Let no one be idly dreaming,
Look! look! the harvest is gleaming,
Join ye the reaping band,
Lend them a helping hand,
Ere the night.Refrain
source: Cyberhymnal - [Joh 4:37] Songs Of The Reaper
The seed I have scattered in springtime with weeping,
And watered with tears and with dews from on high;
Another may shout when the harvester’s reaping,
Shall gather my grain in the “sweet by and by.”Refrain
Over and over, yes, deeper and deeper
My heart is pierced through with life’s sorrowing cry,
But the tears of the sower and songs of the reaper
Shall mingle together in joy by and by.
By and by, by and by,
By and by, by and by,
Yes, the tears of the sower and songs of the reaper
Shall mingle together in joy by and by.Another may reap what in springtime I’ve planted,
Another rejoice in the fruit of my pain,
Not knowing my tears when in summer I fainted
While toiling sad-hearted in the sunshine and rain.Refrain
The thorns will have choked and the summers suns blasted
The most of the seed which in springtime I’ve sown;
But the Lord Who has watched while my weary toil lasted
Will give me a harvest for what I have done.Refrain
source: Cyberhymnal
