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1.My soul to-day is thirst-ing for liv-ing streams di-vine,
To sweep from high-est heav-en to this poor heart of mine;
I stand up on the prom-ise, in Je-sus' name I plead;
O send the gra-cious cur-rent to sat-is-fy my need.
Like a might-y sea, like a might-y sea,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o-ver me;
The waves of glo-ry roll, the Sav-ior to ex-tol,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o'er my soul.


2.I see the clouds a-ris-ing the mer-cy clouds of love,
That come to bring re-fresh-ing down from the throne a-bove,
The ear-nest of the show-er, just now to us is given,
And now we wait, ex-pect-ing the floods of grace from heaven.
Like a might-y sea, like a might-y sea,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o-ver me;
The waves of glo-ry roll, the Sav-ior to ex-tol,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o'er my soul.


3.The show'rs of grace are fall-ing the tide is roll-ing in,
The flood-tide of sal-va-tion, with pow'r to cleanse from sin;
It's surg-ing thro' my be-ing and takes my sin a-way,
It keeps me shout-ing glo-ry! thro' all the hap-py day.
Like a might-y sea, like a might-y sea,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o-ver me;
The waves of glo-ry roll, the Sav-ior to ex-tol,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o'er my soul.


4.It's com-ing, yes, it's com-ing, it's com-ing down this hour,
A tor-rent of sal-va-tion in sav-ing, cleans-ing pow'r,
I hear the bil-lows surg-ing, I see them mount and roll;
O glo-ry, hal-le-lu-jah! they're sweep-ing thro' my soul.
Like a might-y sea, like a might-y sea,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o-ver me;
The waves of glo-ry roll, the Sav-ior to ex-tol,
Comes the love of Je-sus, sweep-ing o'er my soul.




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