Like a Mighty Sea

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;

Oh 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 waves of glory roll,

the Savior to extol,

Comes the love of Jesus,

sweeping o'er my soul.

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 giv'n,

And now we wait, expecting

the floods of grace from heav'n.

The show'rs of grace are falling,

the tide is rolling in,

The flood-tide of salvation,

with pow'r to cleanse from sin;

It's surging thro' my being

and takes my sin away,

It keeps me shouting glory!

thro' all the happy day.

It's coming, yes, it's coming,

it's coming down this hour,

A torrent of salvation

in saving cleansing pow'r.

I hear the billows surging,

I see them mount and roll;

Oh glory, hallelujah!

they're sweeping thro' my soul.

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