_The Crystal Fountain._ (1193)
From brightest crystal fountain
That flows in beauty free,
By shady hill and mountain
Fill high the cup for me!
Sing of the sparkling waters,
Sing of the cooling spring--
Let freedom's sons and daughters
Their joyous tribute bring.
2 From many a happy dwelling,
Late misery's dark abode,
The joyous peal is swelling--
The hymn of praise to God,
Glad songs are now ascending
From many a thankful heart,
Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending,
And each their aid impart.
3 We'll join the tuneful chorus
And raise our song on high!
The cheering view before us
Delights the raptured eye;
The glorious cause is gaining
New strength from day to day,
The drunkard host is waning
Before cold water's sway.