Rain, i would love to hear your gentle showers.
Whose dew makes glad the trees and flowers
Where are the thunders that tell your coming near?
Or the dark clouds that tell of coming blessings from on high?
Come and revive us
Yea your blessings over us may they not pass
Come, restore the years that the famine has taken
How long shall you leave us forsaken?
O showers of blessing for you we pray
Come that the parched path may become pools in our way
From whence a cleansing we may receive
And drink of, lest we faint of thirst, though the glorious city we perceive
The dews of heaven I desire, but for the Living Water I thirst
As the hart pants for the waters, so for the Spirit of God I thirst
O our Father, pour, we pray, upon us the Spirit divine
That our souls may be revived