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 Jesusí 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 waves of glory roll, the shouts I canít control;
Comes the love Jesus sweeping oíer 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 givín,
And now we wait, expecting the floods of grace from Heavín.
The showírs of grace are falling, the tide is rolling in,
The floodtide of salvation, with power to cleanse from sin;
Itís surging through my being and takes my sin away,
It keeps me shouting glory! through all the happy day.
Itís coming, yes, itís coming, itís 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! theyíre sweeping through my soul.