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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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