A. I. Zelley
MY soul today is thirsting for living streams divine,
To sweep from highest heaven to this poor heart of mine;
I stand upon the promise, in Jesus’ name I plead;
O send the gracious current to satisfy my need.
Like a mighty sea, like a mighty sea,
Comes the love of Jesus, sweeping over me;
The floods of glory roll, my Savior to extol,
Comes the love of Jesus, sweeping o’er my soul.
2
I see the clouds arising, the mercy-clouds of love,
That come to bring refreshing down from the throne above,
The earnest of the shower, just now to us is given,
And now we wait, expecting the floods of grace from heaven.
3
The showers of grace are falling, the tide is rolling in,
The floodtide of salvation, with power to cleanse from sin;
It’s surging through my being and takes my sin away,
It keeps me shouting glory! through all the happy day.
4
It’s coming, yes, it’s coming, it’s coming down this hour,
A torrent of salvation in saving, cleansing power:
I hear the billows surging, I see them mount and roll;
O glory, hallelujah! they’re sweeping through my soul!