In the Salvation Army Songbook
When shall I come unto the healing waters?
Lifting my heart, I cry to thee my prayer.
Spirit of peace, my Comforter and healer,
In whom my springs are found, let my
Soul mee thee there.
From a hill I know,
Healing waters flow;
O rise, Immanuel's tide,
And may my soul overflow!
Wash from my hands the dust of earthly striving;
Take from my mind the stress of secret fear;
Cleanse thou the wounds
from all but thee far hidden
And when the waters flow,
let my healing appear.
Light, life, and love are in that healing fountain,
All I require to cleanse me and restore;
Flow through my soul, redeem its desert places,
And make a garden there for
The Lord I adore
From a hill I know,
Healing waters flow;
O rise, Immanuel's tide,
And may my soul overflow!
- Albert Orsborn
2 days ago
2 comments:
hey Denise!
my name's debbie, the blog that you somehow found about me in Ecuador... i didn't realise that you weren't someone that i knew, because i have a cousin named Denise, and thought it was her!
i figured i'd check out your blog, and guess what, im originally from BC!!
what are you going to be doing in BC? are you gonna be in Vancouver? (that's where i live.) i'll be back middle of December.
take care,
Debbie
beautiful words. Orsborn had a way with them.
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