The Dew That Everlasts

May my faith not be like the morning dew
That burns away and then is seen no more,
But may it be a spring that rises new
And follows You who always goes before.

May my Baptism’s wet remain in me
To irrigate my dry and thirsty land,
That shoots of growth within me I may see
And know the touch of Your sustaining hand.

And when the dawn arises with Your Son,
May dew that everlasts on me descend
And enter me, complete what You’ve begun
By Spirit’s breath; my heart to You I bend.

Come, Trinity, my thirst forever slake
As dew of life forever I partake.