So Ezekiel’s vision melts into that of John in the Revelation, and we are made to rejoice in the ever fresh, varied, satisfying, and soul-delighting blessings of the covenant of grace. Be it ours to drink of this water and never thirst again.
Behold of grace the quickening streams,
Their course with countless blessings teems;
Their founts hard by that altar rise
Where bled th’ atoning sacrifice.
Down to the foul and loathsome sea
Of human guilt and misery,
The deepening floods in mercy roll,
And make the death-struck waters whole.