Through desert sands the people tread. Three days with thirst, their hope is near dead. At Marah’s stream they bowed in need, but bitter waters none could heed.

They cried to Moses, hearts undone, he prayed, and God showed what was won: A simple tree cast in the wave, The bitter turned, the thirsty saved.

O Lord, You heal, You make us whole, You cleanse the body, mend the soul. From bitter trials, sweet grace flows, The God who heals, forever knows.

At Elim’s springs, twelve fountains rise, Palm trees shade beneath the skies. From desert thirst to waters deep, Your covenant promises safely to keep.

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