Healing Waters

Psalm 147:3

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 meet Thee there.

From a hill I know,

Healing waters flow;

O rise, Emmanuel’s tide,

And 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.

Albert Orsborn, The Beauty of Jesus

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