You Shall Draw Waters with Joy out of the Savior's Fountain

"It is altogether impossible to enumerate the heavenly gifts which devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus has poured out on the souls of the faithful, purifying them, offering them heavenly strength, rousing them to the attainment of all virtues. Therefore, recalling those wise words of the Apostle St. James, "Every best gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of Lights,"(2) We are perfectly justified in seeing in this same devotion, which flourishes with increasing fervor throughout the world, a gift without price which our divine Savior the Incarnate Word, as the one Mediator of grace and truth between the heavenly Father and the human race imparted to the Church, His mystical Spouse, in recent centuries when she had to endure such trials and surmount so many difficulties.

"The Church, rejoicing in this inestimable gift, can show forth a more ardent love of her divine Founder, and can, in a more generous and effective manner, respond to that invitation which St. John the Evangelist relates as having come from Christ Himself: "And on the last and great day of the festivity, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, 'If any man thirst, let him come to Me, and let him drink that believeth in Me. As the Scripture saith: Out of his heart there shall flow rivers of living waters.'" - Haurietis Aquas: Encyclical of Pope Pius XII on Devotion to the Sacred Heart

O Christ, the world's Creator bright,
Who didst mankind from sin redeem,
Light from the Father's glorious Light,
True God of God, in bliss supreme.

Thy love compelled Thee to assume
A mortal body, man to save;
Reversing the old Adam's doom;
Our ransom the New Adam gave.

That love which gloriously framed all,
The earth, the stars, and wondrous sea,
Took pity on our parents' fall,
Broke all our bonds and set us free.

O Savior, let Thy potent love
Flow ever from Thy bounteous Heart;
To nations that pure fount above
The grace of pardon will impart.

His Heart for this was opened wide,
And wounded by the soldier's spear,
That freely from His sacred side
Might flow the streams our souls to clear.

Glory to Father and to Son,
And to the Holy Ghost the same,
To whom all power, when time is done,
And endless rule, in endless fame.