1867
Fanny J. Crosby
William B. Bradbury
Temperance Chimes
30
6/8
G
3
2
1 'Tis the balmy shower descending In the valley on the plain, makes the air so cool around us, Cheers the drooping flowers again. Chorus: Then joyful together we'll sing, As gay as the bird on its wing; Cold water for me, our motto shall be, And loudly our chorus shall ring. 2 We are like the leaves unfolding, Spangled o'er with morning dew; Water from the crystal fountain, Makes us glad and merry too. 3 Give us water, sparkling water, From the brooklet pure and free; Grateful to our God who gave it, Let our hearts forever be.
Published in parallel with Josephine Pollard words, probably intended for the same melody.