Strike the Rock

Strike the rock…
Let rivers flow
With sweet refreshing tide;
Fill the empty vessels
That are waiting, thirsty and dry.

Strike the rock,
Refresh the flock;
They thirst and know not how
To stir the land
With revival’s hand…
Lord, You must make the blow.

Lord, the waters are bitter,
The land in need of sweet;
So many long,
As they plod along,
To see that priceless stream.
Lord, You must strike the rock!