The River of God

1 There is a pure and peaceful wave,
That rolls around the throne of love;
Whose waters gladden as they lave
The bright and heavenly shores above.

2 While streams, which on that tide depend,
Steal from those heavenly shores away,
And on this desert world descend,
Over our barren land to stray,--

3 The pilgrim, faint and near to sink
Beneath his load of earthly woe,
Refreshed in its gentle flow.

4 There, oh my soul, do thou repose,
And hover o'er the hallowed spring,
To drink the crystal wave, and there
To lave thy wounded, weary wing.

5 It may be that the waft of love
Some leaves on that pure tide hath driven,
Which passing from the shores above,
Have floated down to us from heaven.

6 So shall thy wants and woes be healed
By the blest influence they bring;
So thy parched lips shall be unsealed,
Thy Saviour's worthy name to sing.

Source: The Book of Worship #325

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #6759